The moon has risen 30 degrees in the
pitch
black
sky.
The orange and yellow lights twinkle above the bountiful hills,
though they are not stars.
I wonder
passingly
what it would take to
crush every
cockroach that
crawls.
Today was a bad day,
and admitting that is hard because I don’t know exactly why.
But I mean,
has knowing ever made it better?
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When I’m anxious, my mum tells me to lie down and let each stressful thought pass by me like a boat. Deal with them later, she says. I’m...
Once, I collected foxglove and lobelia. I still find them pressed between the words of Austen and Wilde. I took them as keepsakes, my...
One of the most captivating poems I've read. The title alone hooked me!