Poems from Your-average_student
Quivering, Quivering, Shaking, Hands
On Thanksgiving Day.
above the filled cornucopia, sliced turkey and relatives
dark news hovered above...
I do not hear the most pleasant things
At night when my cat’s collar bell rings.
I hear spirits whispering,
sinks running,
children...
I remember how the backyard used to be at home
The playground we swang on and the slide we slipped down.
The cones fell from the pines
The...
On some of the shelves you can find pairs of shoes
Among strangely bold walls with orangish hues.
Certainly crumbs or some chips are about...
Chores stacked like pancakes.
And you wonder why i’m tired.
I’m busy as a bumblebee.
And you wonder why I’m mad.
None of my bills are...