Poems from Sans22
Feather twitching
In my hand.
Have you come
From foreign lands?
A breeze came down.
You gently swayed.
Your sleek glimmer shown.
In my...
I plucked a flower.
Do you see?
Stemmed from
A crystal vase.
A bow placed on.
Still fresh with dew.
To bring joy
To your face.
The...
As tears well
Drawn from affection yet no grasp
Our embraces have spark
A small glimmer of life
And after each removal of warmth
The...
All that is cared about is personal gain
Down the toilet with equal rights
These bitches who run opressive states
Political bastards drain...
Endless.
My cup filled to the brim and overflowing
Such wonders scribed down onto wrinkled pulp
Blooming light beams fractured into various...