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
They tell you old habits die hard,
but so do old versions of selves,
which is why I can still hear Her.
Telling me not to eat.
Telling me...
Winter in a packed-to-the-brim house-
black beans and cornbread as supper
for the fourth night in a row.
The cold is rough for the poor...
Grown ups are not always going to be right,
and you don't have to do everything they say.
If something makes you uncomfortable,
say...
At the time,
I was in an odd place
mentally.
I vaguely remember getting high
with a close friend.
I closed my eyes for five minutes,
and...
Lunch period. A high school courtyard.
A 15 year old hovers over a bound book-
a diary-
while at school.
The book is thick; full of...