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...

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