Poems from amandaspringob
I sit
In my stuffy bedroom,
Ceiling fan buzzing,
Doing little to fan the flames in my head.
You struck a match in my brain
That has been...
It’s hard to explain how life can change
From one sentence to the next.
I’ve never understood how the world can become so different
in...
I’m always talking about talking.
Almost every poem I write stresses the importance of using your words,
or the joys of finding your voice...
Backseat dreaming,
Hands curled lazily into my lap,
Sunglasses resting on my nose,
Headphones on at half blast,
as PR News blares so loud...
Love sucks
in a lot of ways.
Not to get too teenagery on you,
But isn’t it kind of stupid
How you can bare your soul to someone
And then...