Poems from ALindseyNeil
The world is burning,
I have to make lunch.
Our rights are stripped away,
I need to do laundry.
This country is falling apart,
But I'm...
(TW: Religious trauma, child abuse)
She sits in the pew, praying fervently,
Face screwed up with distress.
Her big brown eyes look up at me...
I’m not a poet,
Just can’t be.
My meter is shit;
My verse is free.
I cram and cram,
Cover it with locks,
But my words won’t fit
In the...
To the first boy who loved me:
I'm sorry I didn't love you back.
I'm sorry I didn't know that I couldn't.
I didn't know that I could be...
I have given up.
I know that's what they want,
The bureaucrats who giggle with glee
As they set the hoops ablaze,
Lining them up in a maze...