Poems from Oasis@PM
You are scared of small talks
And I cannot hold your—or anyone else's—stare for more than ten seconds. With my mind pushing me from behind...
I don't think I've to be afraid
anymore. Because I'm dying
And if breaths had colours
Mine would be yellow, wheezing with snots
His, a...
I am sorry
For everything I've been
Seen. Or looked
like an eternal mess
I'm sorry that my arms
feel insulting. Or that my
eyes keep on...
I have packed boxes in my dream
Packed stories, packed books
Packed conscience
I convince myself that I'm free
That I'm not living in a...
Hey
Listen
Where did my words go?
I looked for them under the table
Under my tongue
Over my post it menagerie of references
I found them...