Poems from Knickose032403
Planting
her lips on his
kissing, sharing their last
breath, she cries her last and final
goodbye
“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you just listen to me? I am trying to help you become a better person, okay? Just listen to me!” She is...
I sat there, tracing the intertwined vines within the dying flower bed
wondering how something so beautiful and perfect
can be destroyed...
Looking out the window, the tiny
flakes falling to the ground,
covering what used to be a vivid grove.
They clutch onto each other, ...
No one knows the pain
faced day to day, the fear
manic in the mind,
oblivious to the world, gone.
All that matters is the chattel in the...