Poems from 11qaz22wsx
His hands are long and spindly;
not brittle, delicate.
He appears to be shaping and connecting the world around us...
Ninety-two point nine four percent.
To anyone outside of high school, it means nothing,
But to many within, it means everything.
It...
the ocean is a monster
lurking in the shadows
beneath the waves
which are rolling
rocks or hills
but blue, and these hills
are glassy...