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
Dear Jamie,
Jamie, baby. It's me, Sammy.
And I know you can't stand me.
But I thought I'd reach out,
ask you what this is really about.
I'm...
Inhale the diesel-like aroma of a downtown bus station.
Public transportation is where
the poor
the middle class
the disabled
the...
Walking through life-
ignore the birds
and ignore their smiles
because they only make you feel bad.
You breathe in pollution
and feel smog...
Recess: Ms. Livingston's third grade class.
Ms. Emily, a recess aid, smiled as she watched-
Collin, Lily, and Bryson are playing on the...
I guess one could say
I'm tired of feeling like a hurricane.
My center is calm, even awe-inspiring,
but I'm mostly made of
violent gusts...