Gather round and listen to Me
I'll tell you about a place that I come from...

A perfect prism in singular fashion,
cold to touch but full of passion...

Words full of silent struggles,
formed heavy with whitened knuckles...

A picture made of words
Blue and white hot...

Stare hard,
when piercing my soul...

I watch hopefully
Knowing all but know-fully...

Rock
sock...

This is the worst poem
I ever wrote...

Life,love,death
just words...

Cresting flows crash collectively
wave and wave after wave...

Ex-tra-ter-rest-rial
tor-men-ting-pain...

Darius and Staz walked quietly down the street on...