Poems from 7SCARS
Their manly hands rip the paper they toiled restlessly for.
All that time wasted, for what?
It wasn’t good.
No matter how hard the poor...
I have erased you.
Like a smudge on my paper.
Because you are
distracting,
because you are...
Skin, rough
and eyes, cold.
Nearly a crocodile.
And any fool knows
that no one can love
a crocodile.
It’s odd that one of life’s hardest...
Living StatueFace, smooth, marbleCold, flawless, deadSilent expression,Makes a confessionWhich is understoodBy no one.
Dance,
speck of dust
Dance.
The whole world depends
on you
Entranced
by you
Sentenced...