Poems from PoetryFox
I write for the lost
For the broken
For the 3 am cigarette smokers and Netflix Addicts
I write for those who tell themselves they can't...
I am an antique clock
All brass tick tock clogs
Counting down
Time bomb in my chest
I am all architecture
Brick and stone
Stucco and...
My best friend doesn’t know who she is anymore
She is a coyota
Culturally stretched beyond the limits of a black and white definition
She...
Life was a lot sunnier when you were here
Partially because accumulated dust was finally cleaned when you were led to our bachelor's...
My veins stand blue in contrast to winter white skin
The ice water pumping through my veins
Chills fingertips and toes to where numb...