Poems from porshainielsen

my fingers tingle  my knuckles white  i grasp my hopes  “it’ll be alright” but nothing changes  they start to slip  through the cracks ...
vested in veins spreading like spider webs of blues of black they say rumors spread like wildfire  which is only true  because they engulf...
like the seats on the bus in the morning, be occupied  be taken up with warmth  with different stories  and different perspectives  be...
moonlight is so bright but what does it sound like? it sounds like the nights  where you muffled cries  it sounds like the nights  where...
the sky and i are alike you know, we burn shades of red  and shades of blue with purples in between thoughts are unclear  like the moon and...

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