Raymond Vazquez FiglewskiThere Once Was a Man Names TrumpA poem about President Donald Trump, the selfless act of selling a bible, and how, he, and only he can truly bring down the establishment.Apr 1Apr 1
Raymond Vazquez FiglewskiTiredsits on my throat. it no longer lets me speak, write laugh, cry. it owns me like a beaten dog.Feb 28Feb 28
Raymond Vazquez FiglewskiMy Daughteris crying in my arms while I check for dead pens. I stack my pens in a bin in the hopes one day they will be resurrected. It pains me to…Jul 23, 2023Jul 23, 2023
Raymond Vazquez FiglewskiHow to Kill a White OrchidThe shot. of Jack Daniel’s left commotion in his chest and stomach. After years of abuse, the burn moved from strictly alcohol to…Jan 6, 2023Jan 6, 2023
Raymond Vazquez FiglewskiDon’t Paint the Devil — III -Part ThreeLet me take you down. As the thin white line relaxed into my nose, I knew that it was a mistake. It is disappointing to know you are not…Sep 2, 2022Sep 2, 2022
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Raymond Vazquez FiglewskiI havelost. Youth’s glory is now faded, dull myspace ghostsAug 20, 2022Aug 20, 2022