Poems from RainbroShy
Depression is colorless
it smells like burning chunks of flesh
it tastes like
it sounds like nails on a chalkboard
it feels like stepping...
Hate is gray
it smells like foul breath
it tastes like sour milk
it sounds like rap music mixed with church hymns
it feels like a fault in...
Love is a rainbow’s vivid colors
it smells like salt water
it tastes like a flaky, warm croissant
it sounds like a mariachi band
it feels...
She is nothing to me
But pure beauty
Yet in my head I hold no portrait
except the picture I create by sifting through my memories to find...
Sometimes I just want to take a long car ride over the bumpy roads of the world. Look out at the city lights and cut down trees.
Sometimes...