Juncboks

Tears of my own exhausted soul Blood of my own broken heart, The red on my hands The black on my lips My poison tongue And deafened ears my knuckles ...

This poem's not about a movie It's about the way I feel Something 'bout the scream Of agony and rage that may seem A little terrifying And may leave some ...

Pre-script: In my eyes, poetry is the words your mind best forms of what your heart is trying to say. I don't believe your heart really has much punctuation for ...