Poetic Summons

Mutinousness

Mutinousness
Roses are true Bruises are blue Today is the start, the beginning of something...that grew It is not great nor safe nor the cleansing of ...

The Last Day of the Rest of My Life

The Last Day of the Rest of My Life
Today I see a bright sky full of blooming cold grey air The tips of dead trees scratch it's line, in reminisce Reminding me of the burst nerves tha...