A piece of insanity
A collection of poems by someone insane
Cinquain poetry: Cacti:
Tall, dangerous. Hurts people and animals, stands there, grows
They listen when you talk
I never really understood what people meant when they wrote stories about “true love”, and falling for someone so wildly and passionately that you no longer belong to yourself.
When I fell in love at the age of 15, every connection in my brain went haywire. I remember laying my eyes on…
My 1st time on acid.
My first time on acid was extraordinary. It was a vivid experience that had me crawling on the ground laughing hysterically to the point where my face was red. I didn’t know what to expect to be honest. A friend had recounted to me years ago that he saw Mickey mouse run across his room while he was on…