Poems from AwceyMer
You call her Mini
Spelt M-I-N-I
She’s The tallest of the bunch
While you’re the shortest
She sees right over you
You see right through her...
The endless pages of my sketchbook are filled with ducks
Big ducks
Small ducks
White ducks
Purple ducks
And eerily incomplete ducks
The...
They say that
Distance
Makes the heart grow fonder
But I was fond enough
When we walked
Alongside one another
And all I wanted to do
Was...
I am done with all these
Mind games
Little tricks
And frustrations
I am bringing it back to the
Closed barriers
Locked gates
And...
My world is full of greytones
Bypassing broken bones
Whispering who knows me
And the feats of liberty
My world is full of greytones...