Poems from Galiantefforts
I am just me, whatever you assume that to be. I was grown out of the Cascade mountains, nurtured with the salty Pacific air.
I am a student, a sister, a photographer, and a human being.
I am a crow-- a watcher of people and a listener to the wind.
I am whatever you percieve meto be.
These trees-- these trees aren't trees.
Red, pink, so green and yellow,
these are my grandmother with a mellow
temper-- they are plague,...
I tasted love once—
She was bitter and he was sad.
She was a fruit plucked while stranded
In the greenery of her youth,
Thrust into...
Here, we see broken hearts bred
By souls left on “read”
By ghastly ghosting guys and gals,
Roused by rather related ruses--
Lovers loving...
Blood flows cool and thick like a sweet sap,
Words a toxic resin bursting through
Dry, aching lips which all but set a trap
For any...
Sodden with saddening sights
And drowning in disappointment.
The weight of your eyes
Could not be hefted by a hundred men.
The volume of...