Poetry Gender Poem: Busted Seams I’m brimming and bursting, my seams are busted. My righteous sense of reality is rusted. “Fact or fiction,” a fallacy. There is no ordered truth, objectively.
Poetry Poem: A Knight Of Verse The pen and the sword are weapons both, and whichever I wield, let thie be my oath:
Poetry Poem: Lonely Little Robot Little robot, rusting alone, resting on the grass, how corroded your chromium has become, how green your copper plating.
Poetry A Smattering Of Poetry Poetry has been something that I have been interested in ever since school. I love reading it, and I love to write it even more. My style varies wildly. Sometimes I like to