Poems from annanewcomer

Always out of reach little butterfly. I stretch and reach but never can quite catch. You are who makes me exclaim, weep, and cry. If you...
I would rather be numb then feel the highs and lows in a lifetime. ​ I don't ever want to feel emotion because of how they make me feel. ...
Within these four jawbreaking ocean like walls And sour dimness of the double windows, All secrets and forgotten memories are held. All the...
The tree everyone will desire. In summer, lusciousness. It’ll engulf the definition of a beautifier.  In winter, spaciousness.   The holder...
As you close the curtains into your soul, The beginnings of your daydreams occur. Laying soundlessly in the darkened room. The anxious...