my mind gets deeper
I mean it gets darker
when the logic drains
come in side, I saved a seat
see why we should never meet.
I think the sun should never rise
because the trees I only dispise.
I think the world should not turn
in fact I think the world should burn.
I think a lot, far too much
which is why I always clutch
white knuckled a kife to spire
in a world from which I tire
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
