I already posted some of my poems on a website called hellopoetry. So I'm just gonna post those that I really like.
Untitled:
Death is like
Origami paper
which spills from a old woman's face
INTENSELY
until all her
melatonin
skin
dissaPears
and all that is left
is an empty Volume of space
oncefullofthethingsthat
made her
UnIqUe
Death is like
Origami paper
which spills from a old woman's face
INTENSELY
until all her
melatonin
skin
dissaPears
and all that is left
is an empty Volume of space
oncefullofthethingsthat
made her
UnIqUe