Poems from arianabrock
Holes so deep
Pool of critisism
staring, glancing, looking
The movement
The almond shape
sits on my shelf now
looking around
I own his...
Blue air sits afront her mouth
Black sky falling in
Red runs along her bossom
Purple mouth so small
Brown below them both
Grey the flesh...
I walked into the white or more correctly was pushed
By a figure reborn holy in my hereafter virginity
I am the savior of the...
They see my looks and they let it sit upon their tongue
The idea of cruelty is harsh Bitter I will not admit
I am just helping him
Curt...
It waves as I do
Shining as I do
The falling flag
It shrinks as I do
My lips so blue
The falling flag
It burns as I do
White as the...