Poems from cassiopeia
Daisy heads face dirt
frost encasing their bodies
price of perfection
Mother,
I knew it.
I knew you were the one to tell me
I wasn’t good enough.
It was not my teacher from fourth grade or
The mysterious boy I...
When you look at someone you care for,
you do not see their imperfections; you do not see their mistakes
all you can see is the glorious...
Metamorphosis;
The process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form
In two or more stages.
Metamorphosis; maturity....
Its been awhile since I’ve written anything.
You see, usually I begin with a metaphorical gesture,
Or a fragment too dramatic to be...