Poems from WillSlater
I wounder if he even knows that I am aware of his gaze, his straining eyes attempt to see me through this purple haze, his eyes me like the...
Why do I write? why ask me the very way I think and breathe seems natural to me but to make it in the the world and to help humanity, I...
Here I am, beside myself, two ragged dolls upon a shelf. We try our hardest, our best to win, but the wave is coming and we can't swim. We...
Forgive me if this poem seems a bit hackneyed but this catharsis is what I need. I wish I could wake from this sleeping spell but I'm stuck...