Poems from timestar
immortal childlucky childto experience deatha million timesand never die once
They told me I tasted like strawberries.
When their lips crashed onto mine,
their smug face,
and the laughter of the crowd.
12 years old...
She’s seven years old and learning about the world,
sitting on a school bus coming from the zoo,
theres an angel next to her fast asleep...
lip skin
is thin
apparently
so that’s why
yours
always seem
to bleed when
you’re talking
how easily your
words can cut you
multidimensional me
i am
like the yin and the yang
of extremes
a paradox of contradictions
stuck in constant
halves
they call me
hapa...