for my girlfriend, who gets me roses

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  • writer's block

    My computer is dead again, 

    It's another excuse not to write. 

    My hand is cramping from playing, 

    But all the songs don't sound right. 


    They don't quite understand it, 

  • the answer

    "Why are you sad, my dear?"

    My mother asks me again and again, 

    But my mouth won't open; you can't hear

    the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain. 


    I can't tell her how hard I yearn

  • just another poem

    I can't breathe, 

    I haven't felt like this in a while. 

    I thought it was getting better, 

    But I'm still drowning in screams. 



    Take some air, you deserve it.