Poems from VG319
Words
used to
help me be
more expressive.
I would sit back while
random, senseless, beautiful
lines flowed through me. Overjoyed,
I would...
Poetry
gives me
hope to last
a lifetime. I
know how difficult
it can be to get up
and move to the music, but
when it is you who bangs the...
Who are you?
Walking Down the streets, unseen
You're falling
No one can hear you calling.
White noise-dead quiet
The beating of your heart...
She thought
It would be over
In a minute.
She would open her eyes
(or close them, who knows?)
And chew off the cord
Wrapped around her neck...
Mrs. Ramsay, Missus R
Found herself
In the aches and the pains
Of Manhood,
Skating down the Wrinkles
Of Thought
Floating on
Self-pity....