Poems from Brianna A. Ward
I should start by announcing at the very top of my lungs "SCREW. YOU."
Now I shall repent by saying "I know it wasn't all your fault."
The...
Is it bad that I like the smell of gasoline and freshly bathed puppies?
Is it oh so terrible that I think kisses in the rain are disgusting...
Today a maching broke
Now normally this isn't so unfixable
Had it been a slight shatter, a crack, or a chip
Then I'd glue it back together...
Dear Lonnie,
I suppose I should call you dad cuz biologically you are my father
But with all the madness that has been had you've become...
Orange yellow
Yellow orange
Orange yellow
Yellow red
Red
Red
I only see red.
Red skies
Red lips
Red hatred painted across the faces once...