A Poem: Airplane
Take me back to the salt ocean waves of Santa Monica. To the arms of an airplane and the words from my father. Hold my hand when I grow...
Take me back to the salt ocean waves of Santa Monica. To the arms of an airplane and the words from my father. Hold my hand when I grow...
confusion tiptoes down my winded spine until I shiver my skin crawls forearms itch my stomach flips. eyes begin to twitch with an...
My eyes twist back Fall down the stairs into the deepest wishing well praying to see you again Your words wrap around my waist arms that...
I walked into the living room one night, it was a Sunday. My mom sat at the couch, drinking tea like always. I shuffled over and sat on the...
Imagine a rectangular tank you are standing barefoot in, wearing nothing but your favorite T-shirt. You look down as water begins to rush...
I watched my father’s heart break just a little day by day it cracked more. The developing masses slammed against the edges ripped apart...
You ask for my forgiveness, And believe me I want to give it to you. But I cannot just give away forgiveness like the slight smiles I give...
Like I keep injecting myself So temporary That feeling of freedom But then i am liberated Freed from my own mind The voices don’t yell in...
Strong winds swim through the dark grey skies. Out over the balcony, she looks down sixteen floors of homes. She gazes past the big...
1: Electrical impulses Retina laced traced down the back light focused from backstage 2: The clear dome Conjunctiva covers Creates caps...
You did not stab me in the back. no not at all. You slowly poisoned me till I gasped for air confused as to how I was so close to not...
I think of love as a long staircase with exactly one hundred steps. It takes climbing up each of those steps and reaching the hundredth...