Heather Hassell : Writing

psychotic

psychotic

A Poem by Heather Hassell


nonsense
societal disorder

societal disorder

A Poem by Heather Hassell


don't judge me.
uninspired.

uninspired.

A Poem by Heather Hassell


my imagination is stuck in a rutbut i beg it to come out and play.it'll be fun, i say,really, it'll just make my day.i cannot, it says,i've fallen so ..
untitled

untitled

A Poem by Heather Hassell


when i'm six feet under, will you think of me then?
hi-coo

hi-coo

A Poem by Heather Hassell


ideas are born right on the tip of her tongue sharpest tongue i know
plain

plain

A Poem by Heather Hassell


i like whenwords speak for themselvesand create their own beat in your braini'm not one for fancy thingsi like black inkon white pagesand sentences th..
nerd

nerd

A Poem by Heather Hassell


i would prefer to sithome aloneand read the fountainheadthe catcher in ryethe metamorphosisthe strangeri get drunk off plays on wordsi get high off cl..
last night my best friend took lsd

last night my best friend took lsd

A Poem by Heather Hassell


i cannot write any kind of poem that would do event any justice. drugs, man.
daddy dearest

daddy dearest

A Poem by Heather Hassell


i just hate the factthat i have your eyesthe same eyes that can look back at me with contemptan ocean full of maliceand disgust as if i was the one wh..
run rabbit run

run rabbit run

A Poem by Heather Hassell


no longer wasshe contentwalking among the deadhowever there werenone of the livingkind to be foundshe didn't understandtheir boring jobsand boring spo..

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