Poems from tracedapoet
The Gay Boy
was broiling
in himself
and the earth
kept spinning.
The Gay Boy
stepped out Himself to escape Thefire. But, no.'...
You know you die twice, right?
Once after you stop breathing.
Once after your name is said for the last time.
Now, if I could die...
You don't know just how
often I mistake my Hair
for something living.
Hairs can be a strange
silhouette, if I turn too
quick....
Him
By Trace DePass
The first time I ever cried over spilled milk I spotted my virginity on the back of a carton. There, lay a portrait of...
Dear Bill De Blasio,
You tell us to stop “resisting arrest”. Are referring to the way we do 24/7? Perhaps, do you just mean living when...