#Dance
Poetry is a fight. We slam the words with our fisted… shouting the counterrevolutionary,… to hook your faces into shock Go to places where time no longer…
In your green dress staring up at… your heart speaks the picture you keep on your laptop for all to… I used to wonder if it was all jus… sad bad boy that could only toy wi…
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future
Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—
Freaking books my skin is my cover Don’t judge me by it You peruse the shelves—stop Hers is golden
sit down my dears and I will tell a story wondrous—true. of life and love and all the things
If I were a rose to rest beside y… the thorns that built us up. I want to be the one that guides y… I want our lives to touch. Young in the summer, younger in th…
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—
In the simililies and metaphlowers… a shred of truth grows up preened by the editor’s shears bouqueted for your enjoyment.
I guess it was you all along. Why did I have to see it so late? No wonder I have glasses. Get some for my heart, too Preferably with bifocals.
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet. Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. A child I would dip my hands
Does God still speak in dreams today or does he now choose sleep Silence glitters my bedroom pictur… darkness all now brings.
such a vicious cycle monster mashing in my face sleep deprived and bleary eyed my mind knows not the taste of understanding calculus
nothing I have to say matters unle… Times New Roman. 12 point spaced and doubled pages’… all I gotta show em. Forget the creativity Forget the…
I see our names on checks in black… an address peers below a simple home of warmth and light that everyone would know. I wonder—
