Poems from eli.winter

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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...

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