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.
This drink used to sting.
Now it doesn’t.
Now it’s just something I do so I don’t feel like I’m just sitting here, waiting.
I keep...
It’s 100 degrees outside.
The kind of heat that presses down on you,
makes everything slower, heavier.
My car runs at 215.
steady,...
How do you define freedom?
Freedom's face reflects two different skies:
One walks alone.
Boots worn thin by isolating distance,
eyes...
There is a snap in the center that no longer responds to light.
It does not hunger.
It does not recoil.
It simply remains.
You called it...
There’s a room in a house that doesn’t belong to anyone now.
The door is locked.
Inside, music still plays:
A warped record, looping...