Poems from fiction

A Bad Word
  Oh my god, I can't believe she said that. They twirl their hair, hands on hips, gum in lips. How emotional, what an angry bitch they...
A year in a life
Dear past me, it's future me, or dear future me, it's past me. I  uphold that despite the untold striving, pushups, workouts, No....
To all you Dreamers
To what end does the dreamer toil?Wrapped in the works of deeds never done, lands never reached.As your fingers numb and time slips, why do...
Concerning infinite at 18
Dear Future,   At 7 years old you were the promise of breezy days and windy thoughts convinced of my own invincibility. I was Colossus,...