Poems from bresmith143
He takes my hollow booksack in his hands and I trail behind him as we walk to the parking lot. “Do I have a doctors appointment? Mom said I...
The words floated off of the small, cracked screen, waltzed their way into my brain and sank to my throat. I played it off. “She seriously...
I turn into his neighborhood, and “drive right on past the gate and snake around that road for a minute.” The perfectly paved road winds...
You can’t tell her you were up until two last night because the machine at work was frozen.
She might ask why you were working until eleven...
I am not confortable in my own skin
I write to expose myself.
I am not an expert
I write to gain insight.
I am afraid of an audience
I...