Poems from Quincy Quipsmith
I've never not liked someone.
That doesn't mean I like everybody.
In the grand scheme of things, I like few people.
Still, there's no...
Yeah, I hope that you hate me,
Cuz you know I can't explain myself.
I hate to break your rosy lenses
But it's worse to keep you feeling led...
Notes are hanging in the air
And the Holy Spirit fills like sauna.
When the collective hums
My pipes thrum in sympathy.
It hits like...
God, I see it's not Your style
That truths be reconciled.
You gave us a law to put justice in place,
But we null it all when you tell us "...
The grass will die and flowers will fall,
Every good day will end, and all my friends return to dust
And even every star will die,
But I...