Poems from cheetahpizzapancake

Lately I’ve been waiting, waiting for something—for the trees to lose their leaves, for the clouds to release their snow, for April showers...
Sadness gathers in the bruises along your hipbones and in the aches of metatarsals when you’re dancing alone at a bar, stumbling over your...
Navigation   Not a single student escapes the lash of a pen . A clean sheet of paper is dirtied with the red of a checkmark screaming, "You...