Poems from PenNPaper

Devil: Good Evening                                  Me: Midday Are you-                                  Don't start...
Sitting next to the window Watching dust stay suspended in the air My breath does nothing Under the harsh yellow light  The window is cold...
I am who I say I am. Who I am is difficult, Is different, Is odd.   I am who I am! And I like that, But society doesn't. We must live to...
The hissing and spitting. The cold eyes. The harsh words. The barrier that won't be broken.   The cold flare. The hard stare. The purpled...
End
I hate endings. Everyone leaving Saying goodbye. I might not see you again.   Can we skip goodbyes And go straight to hello? Can we say...