Poems from bestbet
Stoical screams surmisehold hate humble heartand asking anger atrophicstars shining sharp
holding jagged arms
winter wings wanedsummer...
I stepped in the cold, I’ve stepped into you
You've set trails of traps with mastered wordsoften caught, often awareYou've brought death...
I opened a flower's bud today, it told me elongated cursesI rippled the still water today, I was told of full-moon peaceI heard the beggar...
Toiling alone, agoraphobic without the fear. This was the state of the neurosis not new-born but in rageful adolescence. Coiled and waiting...
America I’ve observed your torture far too long.
America jury duty has showed me you’re guilty.
Don’t you know you’ve taken the stand more...