TheRabiesPuppy

What's it really matter and who am I to speak? The riches to the rich, and shadows for the meek and for the kind, there's nothing; so the hustlers disagree. ...

What up dawg! I like the progression and the way time elapses in your poem. I can tell that you were going for a disoriented/hazy mood? If I'm wrong, let ...

I'm a fan of somber poetry, especially in your poem, the way you personify all these abstract ideas is really cool. I would say that, in order to make the ...

It's getting hard, to stay awake I pop a capsule; the sugar rush of a pink sour skittle is enough to get me through the day's riddle. But what am ...