Poems from psycheoriented
If I had the power to change things
I would not change much
Just the direction of my feet
When the ground is hard and
Laden with a cobbled...
Place your eyes to your lips and kiss these words
Feel them sting your flesh with the suddenness
Of the stone upon the pond
The ripple...
Ben Dover, yes that is I.
My name changed a week ago when you turned a blind eye.
Charlie, that kid you know with the funny feet?
Has not...