Poems from cnelson34
When I was a child
And you were a child,
A book was shared
With epics compiled.
I’ve declared my acceptance
Yet, all the while,
My fervid...
Im slipping the grip
the grip of light lips
that slip and tip and beg to be heard.
but what's more absurd?
than to sit in a box
carve our...
We mix and twirl,
sinuous whips.
We bump our heads
and shake our fists.
Yet, for once do we ever truly coexist,
In this melting pot, we...