Poems from kermitthefrog
Hiiii, my writing name is E.A Garner, cause why not, and I am a gifted kid burnout who’s failing english class but never stopped thinking in poetic internal monologues. Most of my poems are really just vents that ended up being really metaphorical. I spend my days either reading or watching cartoons, photographing my cats, and contemplating the inevitability of death and stuff. I’m 18, I get overly invested in fictional characters and I’m a leo. My pronouns are they/he and my favorite food is pasta.
A 20-foot wave of brick
and slate
and the deepest darkest corners of the depths which many refer to as emptiness comes crashing down on...
The desecrated remains
of autumn fall to the ground
as my hope falls to the unknown.
Look to the gardens-
look to the weeds, the vines...