Alcohol poisoning after a night
of drinking one shot after another,
unknown limits inevitably discovered
the next morning.
Each discarded paper taunts
my hazy mind with whispers ofÂ
what could have been,
what should have been.
Nausea overwhelms me
like my unloved drafts overwhelm
overflowing paper bins. They mock
my attempts at keeping down ideas.
I made a zine. I'm not done with it
The last month been like-
God, I hate it here
Tune in next year when I have to go to grad school
I'm making a battle jacket. I think I'm gonna put spikes on the cuffs.
Red Baron poem I wrote cause why tf not
New custom doll incoming
(join the community) It was too long so yall gonna have to read the article. anyway heres a poem about how the writing community is the best community on gamejolt:
Date night
I'm old now
We do be fine
Protested today. We ARE out here doing what we can do fight hate.
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