The Leaves of Brass
They blow in the Breeze,
Echoing with ease
Those deafening sounds,
Their inaudible ability astounds.
As the glass shatters ‘round,
From that titanic boom.
The indifference is palpable,
Yet the atmosphere is flammable.
The misdirected anger.
This could all be solved buy knowledge,
But even that is in danger,
By the failure to acknowledge,
Even by those who go to college.
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I have amassed a collection of poems since I started writing in 2012. I'll be uploading 1 poem a day for the next two months (if I remember to do so) in chronologic order of when they were written. I felt like this site was the most appropriate place for my style of poetry and I wanted as many people to have the opportunity to read them as possible. I hope you all enjoy! I would give context to my poetry, but personal interpretation of poetry is my favorite thing about it so I do not want to distort anyone's perspective in doing so.
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