Simple afternoons have a certain air Tasteless and aimless, they aren’t prepared Overturning leaves stir damp soils beneath Pause and march on, as if you did not see Guilt from yesterday, wet an… more →
elizabethsewardpoetry wrote 10 months ago: Simple afternoons have a certain air Tasteless and aimless, they aren’t prepared Overturning l … more →
elizabethsewardpoetry wrote 1 year ago: Let me take it all back All my love that I gave you Return it to my door step And leave your key the … more →
elizabethsewardpoetry wrote 1 year ago: In the playground of my life We used to be friends Now you’ve gone off with the cool kids Wher … more →
elizabethsewardpoetry wrote 1 year ago: sure can admit it’s possible madly, passionately pushed with such staged ease raging, thumping … more →
elizabethsewardpoetry wrote 1 year ago: I am torturing myself on purpose Skinning myself alive Reaching into my bloody guts Killing myself j … more →