Poems from E.ternity
I’m questioning so much my tongues pierced with question marks
Deeper than an impulsive phase
Pulling pulp from my impulses of phrase:
An...
Leaves stick to the bottom of my shoes
The same wind, is blowing her perfume
From a distance
No more than an arms reach
The trees too tall...
I hope you don’t crack like dry lips in the winter
Or hands
None the less you told me you can handle rough times more than fingers can...
Pacing around a room that deserves to be nameless
One half smells like bubble gum and the other a burning loosey
The room is separated by...
I’m leaving this note before I disappear
Brainstormed and then formed places I might be near
Riding into the sunset, it was death in the...