Poems from Literally Satan
Sheets of misty foggy rain
Ripple in the wind
What a fearsome sound it makes
Whooshing over the land
The sky is weeping buckets
The wind...
As the sea falls from the sky
I find that I myself am dry
The streets run wet and bushes dance
And here I am in pj pants
Watching rivers...
Young minds, free and malleable
Delicate and wild, ever soaring
And pursuing an interest not easily tamed.
They live on the canvas,
On...
sometimes i feel dead inside
as though my soul and spirit have wandered off
to go travel without a body to hold them down
and left this...
I want to hear the flowers sing,
Sing their songs of love and peace
Songs both sweet and bitter,
Songs trapped beneath our feet.
I want to...