it bubbles up like soda popor the back of a book coverwaiting to pop my frustration crawls along the wallsleaving dirty fingernail marksagainst the cream tinted paint and nothing bad is happeningjust the normal parts of life but when i add them to a tragic equationthe bell gets rungand my eardrums bleedand i cannot hearContinue reading “sit it out (poem)”
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and delay, they say (poem)
like water like raini have the reasons whybut it still does not make sense to mesuch fear and disdain stuffed into one tiny body and braini do not know how i ended up hereand i do not know what is ahead or what will remain so many times i have scraped the bottomand thought yesContinue reading “and delay, they say (poem)”
Tasting Freedom 