Poems from Beautylslnside
I hold a pencil in my hand.
The room smells of paper.
I'm sitting in the back.
The desk is connected to the chair.
It rocks from side to...
The vicious glare of blinding headlights.
The screeching of brakes as cars ineffectually swerve to avoid each other.
The pulverizing...
I am disappointed.
Disappointed in America.
Disappointed in American citizens.
Disappointed in the way people treat other people because...
I am a somnambulist,
sleepwalking through life.
When I look around,
all I see is dreamy darkness.
The darkness never turns miserable,...
Here's a story for bedtime,
Well once upon a time,
In a land that isn't so far away,
There lived a boy who didn't want to stay,
He felt...