Poems from Grace Ousley
We are the kids who sit in the corner alone, listen to our music too loud, and wear all black.
We are the kids who don't get to wake up...
No more worms for Big Bird,
Because of the words he has heard.
All the voices taunting him at once,
Making him feel like such a dunce.
He...
Today, the world was crying with me.
She misses her, too.
She's as good at hiding how much she's changed since that day as me.
People say...
After all this time of being
one of the broken,
I know how to handle and
distribute my pieces.
You have only ever seen
...
When Red Death is present,
dreams cease.
The joyous pandemonium stops,
lips turn to a straight crease.
The Viper slithers about...