Poems from bcunningham684
Boston Marathon
sweat soaking through my clothes
heart pumping through the strain
sneakers thud on pavement
cold air kisses hot skin...
Irony’s Blade
the blade held in my hand
is my security
not knowing myself, or what I do
grip keeps me steady
connecting with skin
pushing...
Self-ruin
don’t understand my anger
my stoic expression
why am I crying
and this confession
I am so afraid
I ruin everything
all I touch...
Young Forever
running without pain
living without care
invincible, volatile
questioning without fear
singing without shame
passionate,...
If I could change
my eyes would look without judgment
and my heart be open to trust
if I could change
my words would be soft and powerful...