Poems from MVGeorge
I know a person who is trapped so far down in childhood that he struggles more and more with an oncoming fight of maturity. His internal...
To start.
Make-up beauty prances the halls covered in a facade of obnoxious teenager
to mask the dejected angst of teenage hormones...
I believe in color, the spectrum of color.
I believe in the swirling of emotions
confined in our bodies
can never be adequetly explained...
When I was little, I use to make up songs and sing them in the hallways.
I use to curve my feet inward and walk pigeon toed.
The teachers...