Poems from damiekathomas
18 years old // in california dreaming about how it used to be // vegetarian // obsessed with words, quotes, and books.
The sun begins its slow crawl from out of the bleak black horizon,
Casting its golden light upon all that it touches.
It reaches out like...
I can't eloquently express what I love about poetry;
All I know
is that my ardency grows within me like a tumor,
a parasite I enjoy...
Weird
“Weird!”
I still recall the first time I heard that word,
how absurd it sounded from the lips of a bully.
I had been dancing in...