Poems from EbedesDo
Undefined
I could be defined by my dancing toes
Or my curly cursive qs
Or my unexpected ambition
But I'm not
I will not define myself...
Unfinished food
In trash cans
Finished with Steele of the highest quality
You step outside and stretch your arms
Because you can
You then...
The Music RoomThere once was a man at street 662. He played all his music in perfect tune. Every night his disturbed, yet still beautiful...
When I miss you I think about the stars. Although we're miles away and you have probably forgotten about me, just as I told you to, I...
An ubiquitous stillness, silence
Snapped the olive branch
The parents they wept
They wept
They wept
While the children they slept
They...