Poems from ramekin
For you, this poem I’ve writtenWritten on an idle FridayTowards the end of May(Basically, it was just yesterday)Not rushed nor forced, I...
It is easy for the bird to forget the wind.
Invisible, unseen and at times far.
But when the wind is gone
Would the bird remember?
What it...
There was a boywho was not very good with words.He was slow.Not in the head, but in his reactionto things that were uttered.He would often...
Bleached hair, sleeveless shirt,legs covered with a not-long-enough skirt.She’s bad, that girl.Rotten to core.You don’t have to get to...