Poems from OceanEyesBlueTides
I used to have an account under the name "The Frozen Arsonist" when I was a teenager and just wanted to start over, but you can check that out if you want to see earlier content
Kinsrow Avenue was
icy bitter dry
Not solely just the winter
rather every second spent there
Kinsrow was a broken heart
Kinsrow was...
The color red is love, and passion.
But scarlet is razors and violent outbursts.
Maroon reminds me of my favorite sweatshirt
and the...
He notices an odd pair of boots by the door.
Not his; his wife wouldn't be caught dead in 'em.
He relaxes when the inside tag reads
"...
I just wonder what he thought about
when he shot up
and it ended up killing him.
Jose waled home slowly
in a hoodie and jeans.
He wans't ready for the fight at home;
his mom would bring up another broken school window...