Poetry Blogs (The Somewhere)
Why can't you just look and see me?
I know you can.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:16 am
The slip from
Unopened gates of a world I had lived
Was not particularly the hardest
More so was the descent, where I found time
Seconds counted in decades
To swallow the misgivings
Bloomed as my fallen feathers
And the certainty
My skirt grasps the falling winds of January.
It pulls me into the next
My new home
Where flesh burn...
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:19 am