PinnedPublished inPoets UnlimitedThe End of OctoberThe end of October, Leaves orange and red. Three children giggling As the night of the dead Floats on a sunset, all orange and red.Feb 17, 20162Feb 17, 20162
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Inflection PointTempest thick with molten wires, A nation teeters on fresh dug graves. Crossroads loom, the road not taken, While burning cities consume…Mar 31Mar 31
Crow Boy Of The CityThe city of despair rained down on the boy until he could take no more, so he made friends with those shadows ‘neath the sky, those…Mar 12Mar 12
First We Kill The KingLanguage can make your face explode. Language can change the world. Such is the power of language. Take, fuck you. Or, You, fuck take…Feb 25Feb 25