Help rank my 2280 four line poems by contributing your votes to a Ladder. (see Ladder)


It's two o'clock in the morning.
I'm having, a nervous breakdown.
I think maybe no, one, can see me.
So I can write this round.
Misunderstood, means the cause of all things.
And misunderstandings become crystal hearings.
Mistakes I've heard, make the best inspirations.
So let's hope that our order sparks dearings.

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