Poems from CH
I cannot tell if,
Your words typed and spoken,
Are you.
Are you doing this,
Because it’s you or,
For followers.
For followers do you,...
My friends ask me why I refuse to hide my scars,
they tell me the ugly stripes lining my skin,
makes me that much less attractive,
that...
She was unlike any other in the spectrum of sensibility.
Drew me to her with eccentric complications and charm.
An attractive mystery...
Like a fizzling drop of rain in the dog days,
The gleaming round star in the dark of midnight,
An element so unorthodox in its environment...
How did I explain my deepest desires to expose myself,
The cage I enclosed myself in an effort for protection,
Isolated me from the flying...