Poems from ireyes01

The raised back of retracted scribbles On any worn out page, reminds me of my old scars- Embarrasing and unerased.
RIP
I’m so independent, I could attend my own funeral and bury myself in the dirt.   “Here lies Isabella, she died as she lived- too afraid to...
  Florence made it easy  to sing a somber note, I’ve scratched off my eyelids- I hate each song I wrote.   To say all my feelings  and hear...
I hear twisted words Like leaves on a vine. Words jumbled through punctured ears, Words people dine upon.   Vicious, rapid, jumbled they...
With 1800 hands in my mind, I carved initials into my eyes.   I turned down my volume to see vernacular art, Blinking morse code the way to...