Poems from blugooza
Tonight I'm going to pretend I am in Paris, France.
I'll bathe in a tub of ivory inlaid with gold.
I'll sink into the fluffy bubbles that...
Turn on the bath water
And let it flow.
Let it fill to the brim
Don't turn it off,
Just let it go.
Let it splash over the linoleum and...
Infatuation
Love
Like
It’s the same.
One common theme that pesters
and festers.
Leaving gaping holes that ooze
and bruise.
Grinding sanity...
The thing about my writing is
It can seem pretty choppy
It can be seriously creepy
It holds my fantasies
It doesn’t always have a greater...
Three coal black figures awaiting under the one way signs
Two women and a man
Their faces are ash
Their eyes are worn down until all you...