C : Writing

Heart

Heart

A Poem by C


Her heart of stone, coldly chiselled suffers not your selfish grip. Your hands no purchase take upon its walls, but blood from your hand..
To be

To be

A Poem by C


A poem about poetry.
MacBelch

MacBelch

A Poem by C


The second in my anthology of poems about the the little but important things in the life of a slovenly student. This installment is a lament about a ..
Ode to a tortilla chip

Ode to a tortilla chip

A Poem by C


The first in an anthology of poems I'm building about all the little but important things in the life of a slovenly student. This first installment is..
Conscience

Conscience

A Poem by C


Blast this paper, this hellish inscription that I hold here in my hand, T’has killed not just this god but down here many more besides..