Poems from 00aechen
Smile a little
laugh a little
fake a little.
Sometimes I’m just sick of that.
Going about life trying to please everyone,
forgetting to...
One day, the man just wasn’t there anymore
Not there to shake the kid from delicious sleep
On early Monday mornings
Not there to throw any...
I think back to when I did art. Charcoal dust was my life.
Life meant that black would mix with skin and
Dive into those feather cracks of...