The antisocial odd one who actually wants to love life.
Load, as bullet in gun
laid, a conservative conspiracy
lied, as it's all use
miled, trickstar things mate
molded, checking if I'm made of soil
Olden, now with past incidents
cold n some staz
Bottomline, life don't get you there
Cause you're already killed by the toll
Puberty is just a crate
They called you the tool
Orange flags to rules
Ivy girls gets the goods
Only the trauma in you knew
Life is rude
Do you were boots?
Diary crying to the news
Poison in my head, I am rhyming
Like a fool, like a fool
Fell in love like ah I think I saw my muse
Write a paper : jungle of paper rust
You're my greatest hues: to my eyes
They are doe and ordinary, so you couldn't find it, the dreams
took me long
Cause life is rude.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
