.denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.
burying shiny gold dignity under sapling trees, thick tongues and saline filled eyes hinder speech
plastic diamonds represent the remains of a long-dead corpse, stand now and give your respects
it’s a dark, cloudy-filled sky, and we’re right in the middle of it
ten thousand feet up might as well be ten thousand feet below for all we care
(“i love, i love myself, i love, i love myself, my self-abandonment”)
there’s nothing to be uttered that gives any justice, so sew your lips together and don’t try to speak
the earth and the heavens together are the only ones that can judge anyone
letting go is the problem, catch and release and catch and releaseandcatchand
the round table would be missing quite a few knights if it weren’t for them
letting go is the solution, grief and relief and grief and reliefandgriefand
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Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoetryEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
