Poems from Daisyo
Fashion is only skin deep.
It only keeps you warm and comfortable and confident
When it’s in season,
Only moisturizes your insecurities...
She says they are just words on a page
topped with crushed pencil shavings and blotted ink;
they are just hills of crayons delicately...
How does a dream metastasize?
It starts off as a cellular thought
So miniscule that it barely pinches your consciousness – but
It’s still...
Does anyone remember when they were little,
And they loved to play pretend?
Yeah...me neither.
But it seems that,
As we grow older,
Learn...
{What would I teach a girl were the world my classroom?
Simple.}
I would teach her the difference
Between love and lust
Because failure to...