Poems about end - Lina Ru

Communication Overload

BEGINIF: Articles, pronouns, irritants, prohibited. Do not dare to communicate with articles, irritants or pronouns. Instance forms accepted. Meeting...

Tingling Music Scale

“The limits of my language is the limits of my world.” – Wittgenstein To make up for the mystery,...

Why Care About a Stranger?

Why care about a stranger when you think, my struggle. Why care about an associate when you think, my...

Starved From Ourselves

Freedom means nothing unless you’re dimmed, you’re lowered to the beast until lightless you’re left, expectant of a moment...

Five Feet Under

It’s five past seven. Cody couldn’t move. He’s five feet under thoughts, a spelling queen sits on top. He’s...

If Cemeteries Had No Tombstones

If cemeteries had no tombstones... If poetic pieces were upon trees that grow from our lover's ashes, forests would...