Poems from badazzle35
I write poetry in my spare time, usually when something clicks or catches my attention. Just whatever feels worth putting into words.
My car awakens.
The instrument cluster pours light into the cabin;
transitioning from a silent tomb to a caged storm.
The RPM surges,...
Turning thirty feels like stepping into fog at the edge of a field I knew used to be so clear. I thought if I just kept moving it’d clear...
***This isn't a poem. This is more of a researched observation***
What if time isn’t really what we think it is? Not something that’s...
Every time I open my mouth, the room erupts.
Laughter; akin to the very moment a dam breaks with rushing water.
It’s a trick I learned...
At nineteen, I thought I was the man in motion.
I had a schedule,
a moral compass not yet stress-tested,
and an intoxicating arrogance that...