Poems from thePoetik
Writer from Brooklyn, NY. Roaming around Houston, TX for a bit. Lyricist, Playwright, Creative Director.
Funny thing about a certain hot button issue,
is people only listen when it comes time to miss you.
When they can no longer dismiss you;...
The cold feels familiar when shes not around.
Snow.
Falls too fast to determine the footprints in the ground
Me.
Too afraid to make a...
Theres something for all of us on the other side
Something special, decieve us and we come to find
That all the evils that we've known...
All i need is silence.
My thoughts, my dreams, my ideals. Although loud to me,
creates an existential bubble needed to be..
You.
The rest...