Poems from mentosinsoda
Walking through the overgrown grass
watching the winged dust motes
float away
I pick up the walnuts
Some lay clean, dry,
on top of the...
When I was little
I’d hand my soul to anyone
When they dropped it
I’d hide my pain with a smile
dust it off
and try to rub out the...
I would greet the sun
but he’s not up yet
I am the sun’s rooster
pedals pumping
on the empty morning trail
spokes twirling
miles flying...
Stretching boundaries
I push the limits
because people say it’s impossible
Not for me
I’m a rebel
Confinement is a thing to be fought...
Where do I go anymore?
I’m lost and unfound
My feet don’t touch the ground
I’m running sprints
the track disappears
I’m flying through...