Poems from daniela33i
He’s an alcoholic.
A genius, but moronic,
Meanest when he’s on it. Sedentary,
Practically a-biotic
As his eyes drooped then widened
He...
My hands fell on morning
Hard leather, cigarettes
Tint midnight memories.
Smoldering red sun snuck
Up on me. Heartbroken
Mother draped in...
It smelled like old graham crackers,
Soggy cinnamon bread crumbs years stale.
It smelled like too hot plastic,
When jungle gyms were...
Is this really it?
Nothing more, nothing less? I have to ask,
Is this really it?
The rest of our lives with the flick of a switch?...
A woman’s face, a window pane
The leaf that left the sidewalk stained
Visionary’s sidekick, studying
To learn the way
Books surrounded...