Poems from All-Natural
Its my senior year
High school or college you can decide
Not like i can remember either one
I find myself waking up on some stranger’s...
You were the “p” in pterodactyl:
Silent, but important
You set things into your own stride
I couldn’t help but stare and notice you oddity...
Pretty woman
Mountains and hills
They display with pride,
But tromping and staked flags claim
And say they never belonged as their own
...
Pure white blankets the city
Egg shells waiting to be walked on
Red coats the street with muzzles to silence anyone who dare to crack
Words...
Dear Sweet Nothings:
Hi! My name is innocence
Naivete
You remember me
Held your hand as you laughed,
As you cried,
As you played.
Chained...