Poems from Soccer201512
There's something about a tree
How could it be
That after fighting wind, rain, and snow
It still chooses to grow?
To represent persistence...
My life began
As a line
And further and further the line progressed,
Leaving something of a mess,
The mess became scribbles
And along the...
when pen hits paper there’s an explosion
somewhere within my chest
somewhere between after and before
I’m left helpless
it starts in the...
To break open the heart
to crack the ribs
to peel skin
for screaming limbs
to squeeze arteries
to gush blood
to breath in society’s dying...