Poems from TheSoundofRain
We first met our second year of high school.
Me the new kid, alone in a foreign war zone with no training and no idea how to navigate a...
The smoke from the tip of my cigarette pencils an abstract art on the air.
I remember childhood like it was yesterday,
the sky was...
The wind pushes against my window as if it’s aching to get inside
while the crickets play a symphony outside,
A train horn caws eight...
I can’t go back,
to see the corpses of people I hurt,
to the chaos laid ignited amidst the red dirt,
I laid,
in the barren desert,
I...
See a kid from high school like all the rest he just wanted to be cool.
Wanted to be the best. He Smoked what they spoke, and drank what...