Poems from gibbsash
Every peice, every curve has a place
in a jigsaw puzzle.
We try our hand in different spots,
sometimes fitting, sometimes not.
but in the...
The world was silent.
Well, not really.
It carried on in it's
Usual ruckus of noise
As if nothing had changed.
But my ears were no longer...
I would not call my mother a meek woman.
Maybe she was when she met my father.
No—scratch that—my mother has never been a meek woman.
The...
Clouds float in the air
on a blue day,
busy guides to unknown locations,
directed with the changes of the wind.
On a rare day,
when your...
(with lines borrowed from "Pretty Hurts" by Beyonce)
We were born in a world of contradictions
With many sides battling for us to ...