kostern : Writing

The Dirt of Our Breath

The Dirt of Our Breath

A Poem by kostern


I am eating yogurt out of a dead man's casket we are all in a casketI am trapped in a mirror that can't see itself we all are mirrorsI am tipping, cre..
Overgrown Sidewalk

Overgrown Sidewalk

A Poem by kostern


just some random poem i threw together, i tried to keep it to 5 syllables per line, unfortunately i broke that
Your Friend is Dead

Your Friend is Dead

A Poem by kostern


Falling asleep,Heavy eyesCrash against a sea ofBlue ecstasyHorny people crawlingAround a broken vaseUnfulfilled holes formedLike a crater deep withinA..