Posts Tagged: Fire
451
I’d like to have someone to share my poems with Rather than a blog I’d write them She’d read them Then into the fire they’d go
If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem
Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn
If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem
Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn
Nero
It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the
Nero
It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the
Violence needs a burden
He sees the world through gas and flames. His knees parallel to the ground. Hands clasped like parentheses, Embracing his fate. Smoke covers the moon and hides the stars, As the rain continued its bleak fall.
Violence needs a burden
He sees the world through gas and flames. His knees parallel to the ground. Hands clasped like parentheses, Embracing his fate. Smoke covers the moon and hides the stars, As the rain continued its bleak fall.
LITTLE TALKS 