Poems from kierrarobertson

Feeling like a pen with the ink in bubbles inside, Scribbled on a piece of paper in futile attempts to put ink to page Yet only creating...
Cough, cough. I sort sheet after sheet Checking for stains Checking for rips Checking for tears I sniffle, Allergic to the mold The dust...
/*-->*/ Freshman year. Band camp. Walk in the front door. See the instrument room. Two doors. See the signs. “In.” “Out.” Never Use the...
How small it seems, now I've seen far more Than I had ever seen before in memory How insignificant such moments, such feelings, After...
Life   Life a rain of chance Where each new day's A new choice stance Life A field of dreams Where nothing is ever Quite as it seems And...

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