"Streams of hot gold lay like confetti on the frosting of my labor" ~Alpha
"The screams began before I even made it past the stupid security check, but I'm too high on gunpowder to notice" ~Alpha
This is the follow up to my previous poem book, "I Scream When I'm Mute".
Hopefully, it will be better then the past one. I will try my best to update a bit more frequently (at least every weekend); if not, whenever I DO update, I will post several instead of just one.
If all else fails, I'll just update whenever I feel inspiration.
Or...when I'm demanded.
Everything belongs to me (unless told otherwise), so no distribution or use without my permission!
I have a computer and a willing hand just itching to report someone!
Other than that, good day!
- Introduction and Simple Formalities
- Lines, Thoughts
- Our Skin and Clothes Don't Match
- Teens and Their Hormones
- Unfinished and Unraveled
- "Are you asleep?"
- Taking in Moderation
- Partial Beginnings
- Sincerely, Me
- My Poor Kitty
- Pastel Hair
- A Slave To Fate's Crimson Bonds
- Soldier Boy
- Banana Pudding
- Meat Bubble
- Grandma Cries
- Tastes like Vinegar, A Diagnosis
- WITH LOVE
- Please Be Quiet