Poems from nahimk

A beat A rhythm A hook A chorus The recipe for these words to live in someone else. The recipe for these words to reach the world.   *A...
So deep, so deep. Sarcasm is my towel. Kiddie pools, With more feet than I, Still, I hold more gallons. The color of my floaties, Nor the...
I wish I listened. My only escape is here. This paper has wings. I will ride it forever, I will honor it, No more ignoring it.