Poems from shanteee
I'm made of experiences and thoughts and I enjoy pressing buttons on a machine that make squiggles and lines onto a screen that people can stare at and decode into their own mind as language that is then analyzed, and compared with their experiences and thoughts. This is important.
New life is born in each breath we speak,
So speak good living words unto your reflection.
While, yes, we are a troubled hurt generation...
The night gave me a knife,
The knife was swift and gleamed in the light;
The air in my throat escaped, leaving my lungs tight,
With no...
In the fourteenth hour of this day,
The dawn is still in hiding,
Scared off by the soft white skies that spill in from my window,
Painting...
Eyes water with abundant sight,
My aching back finally rests.
The era of a generation long dead,
Now trips over its own haggard tongue....
A hellishly dull land leaves nothing to desire;
The cold marble floors hit hash against my feet.
They reflect the strange, distant faces I...