Poems from hannahmay
To be a thing of staggering perfection,
Unlost in a crowd of typography,
But not to the masses of passerby,
Rather to one specific soul...
There is a yard
And a great tall tree
Instructing what to draw and write
There is a fence of chain
Between the lilacs and me
There is a...
I.
I am saturated in vivid hues
Painted by my culture,
A life I didn’t choose,
Mere stone formed into a sculpture.
These decisions are not...
How I would love to love a scientist
of curious mind and dazzled eyes
which seek understanding of complexities
in order to bask in their...
On a clear night, I look up and think
that the sidewalk would rise vertical
so that I may walk
all those miles to the stars
and on a...