Poems from TheSoundofRain
I sit in a grease sweating Chinese take out box,
but some call it an airplane seat
we wait, all the planes in a line for takeoff like baby...
The rain ever so forgetful had left small mirrors on the runway after she had gone,
I could look down to look up and see clouds in the sky...
that’s the problem, I don’t know
I’m on a wooden boat being tossed to and fro
the waves screaming where will you go
I wish I knew, a...
What is hope
but an endless rope
not the one meant to choke
but the kind that acts like a periscope
so that maybe amidst the chaos it...
Im from Fudge
From long games of hide n' go seek
I'm from my grandfathers plane
from sit down and shut up
from open the door
I'm from yes...