Poems from APalko
What a cruel trick it is
to have known it all once and yet again
I watch the shadows bleed and fade, bleed and fade in and out
it's...
People do not see me.
To them, I am a source.
I am ink and paper,
free answers, no remorse.
Many eyes pore o'er me
as if I were not there...
"Well, this is interesting."
That's what people tend to say
when I talk about myself.
They claim I'm not typical,
that I'm rare, like some...
"My thoughts
are stars
I cannot fathom
into
constellaions."
Shooting across
the sky
of my brain.
I try
to change
their position
to avoid...