Poems from holdsherbreath
His hands are large chapped, calloused things that
Do not touch so much as stain with
The wisdom of their fore years.
I am embarrassed by...
She climbs trees on weekdays
chases dreams to send her fears away
and doesnt care what people say
shes home grown
and all alone
with no...
I’ve never heard a heart break
But I’ve seen the shattered pieces
Glinting in the sun
Littered across the floor
I’ve felt the shards,...
She sits at the dining room table
Surrounded by books, drinking instant coffee and writing poetry.
The words surround her and smell like...
I’ve been contemplating my life in minutes
Or maybe hours—
Predestined goals multiplied by intelligence
And divided by financial...