Poems from eli.winter
I am a book-lover with depression and social anxiety. Writing poetry is how I vent and process things.
Too loud, too loud
Eyes drowned, head bowed
Clap hands over ears
Fingers leave bruises
But must hold in the music
To suspend myself from...
I'm not sure how it happened, but
I woke up one day to realize
I haven't aged in a very long time
These bodies don't define who we are
My...
Ambition a constant hunger
I advise you -
Beware the quiet genius
Cunning, unnervingly discerning
Don’t underestimate me
You see me sit in...
All eyes on me
Watch me stutter, watch me slip
Watch me crumble at the pressure
Laugh and applaud
I craft masks and write acts
Here for...
The words they lay unbending on the page they wait for her
She blows
The words they tumble as rivers of ink off the paper
She knows
The...