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...