Poems from Siena Costanzo
My words are an addiction
And I am not clean
For I say to myself one more line
But my fingers disagree
For there is a story
Just bursting...
I cut my blade across the sky to see the universe bleed
Only to find, that the only blood flowing came from me
I threw a rock up in the...
The people of peace have the best tools for war
Even though it’s not what it was intended for
A mind from peace creates for peace
While...
Oh my redwood trees
With trunks carved from red stone
Struck by lightening to end the morph
And branches that gracefully dance
Stirred...
I stand underneath the rain,
Mere pelts of due that strike my green
Hands out stretched
Like I wish to be taken,
I stare up at the...