Poems from aley.houston

The thing about my garden is, When all the flowers wilt, I cannot find the strength to Plant new ones. -ajh.
I spill all these Constellations from My starry mouth, And pretend it doesn’t hurt, When I see you more enjoying the moon. -ajh.
Sex is such a given At this point, I wonder what else People will ever seek In a stranger. -ajh.
For me,  you were a miracle,  a secret,  untouchable, youthful, my favorite metaphor, but it turned into the darkest poem, you took what I...
Caruso’s party was filled with the same lunatics from last year. I wonder if Caruso ever realizes that he is thirty, and he has this...