i write verse. it's up to you to decide whether it's actually poetry. enjoy! feel free to tell me how my writing made you think, feel, or weep, or bored you out of your mind at germinaaaaal@gmail.com :)
half-horned child of the darkened past—proven bestial time and time again—and the unmistakenly hominid hope of a future, any future, persistenly brighter than the present—and yet it never comes.
These are hand-picked from my Medium and notebooks.