Poems from Maldo.Am15
I am from purple mountains majesty,With its red rocks and dry, unforgiving air.I am from a mid-American suburbiaWhere outsiders still think...
It’s like stepping on to another planet; into a dream.
The sights, the smells, the tastes, the colors, the people, the stories.
It’s a...
I want to see you.
Not the pin-up, cardboard cutout you parade past strangers.
Not the watered-down, ever changing version of yourself you...
The tall prairie grass sways, almost as if it’s dancing, in the breeze.
The same light breathe of air blows over your skin, wrapping you in...
My heart seems to have stopped beating.
Like it froze the moment I found out
And it believes that by holding still,
So still that it hurts...