Ohnename ThreePoetry, Pretention / 09.15.1998 12.16.2022 Stare up at the sun. Burn holes through those retinas, my friends. They’re corrupt and old.
Letter to the Ex Poetry, Pretention From behind the dust Into the skies My brothers They sang lullabies Exposing the dark- ness of our lust That made us laugh And made…
Numerology Poetry, Pretention Are you, too, lost in this long string of binary code? The simplicity is no longer revealed in zeroes and ones. I fall on numbers…