Poems from Utleyama
this is air
something light and nonexistent
something forgettable
but incredibly necessary
this is something that we need
essential to...
One year older grows to two,
Then three, four, and some more.
Till one day the laughter fades,
Giving way for “better” days.
Desire for...
Her rays shine down upon you now
A child of purity, eyes wide
Innocent in your movements
Hush child hush
The waters below lap your feet...
Daddy likes the color brown
Likes to touch it all year round
Sliding fingers up n' down
Till he hits my mommy
Daddy likes the feel of...
Love of the liar
is a fool’s game.
War
that is Slaughter.
Repulsive as that of ash on a radiant sea.
Shapeless as darkness in...