Poems from hannahmay
Past is a flask
Once filled and drunk,
Now bare of its liquor
Only the scent lingers on
And the craving for warmth
Returns.
Through beams of wood, light reaches for silver souls afloat.
A single breeze, a reverberation from the other layer of time,
Air dancing...
My very favorite comfort in life is closing my door,
Not dealing with the judgment that opinions deliver,
Living safe in a hollow home of...
I am a dystopia whose fault line you are just waiting to fracture,
Splintering me into chaotic shards,
The world tells me on that sunshine...
Strolling in perpetual seabreeze
The leftcorner lips curl
Eyeshield purple vision glow
Sleeves stripped legs unfurl
Deepened dark...