Poem: Whisky By The Window

Poem: Whisky By The Window

This is a poem for my mother’s exes, all whom had potential, but drank too much to fight their inner demons. I hope my mother finds someone worthy enough for her, before she starts believing she’s not worthy enough herself.

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Can’t Sleep!!!

Can’t Sleep!!!

I can’t sleep. I know it’s has something to do with the fish tank. It’s not filled all the way, so when the water filters through, it splashes down like a small waterfall or like–like–like… Is the water headed towards a sewer, sewer water? Oh, never-mind, I just remembered it’s called runoff. It sounds like […]

Protected: Priori-teas

Protected: Priori-teas

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