Poems from violistSeth
Image by Vesna Kittelson
"Halt, friend.
Trouble not their moments passing
Death hath kissed their fellow gone
And now they have but not...
Image by Moses L. Garcia
Blackness, blackness
Swallow me whole
The tears have not come yet
But they will soon be here
The raw, the hurt...
Image author unknown
Those grey birds
They beat their wings
Droves of feathers following
Up and up into the air
Flying high with little...
i'm not upset i'm not upset i'm not upset
i'mnotupseti'mnotupseti'mnotupset
i'mnotcrying
i'mokay
i'll be alive tomorrow
and life will move...
I lied for your attention.
“It’s broken”
“Sorry, ran out of ink”
“I had to shut it down because of the storm”
All of these excuses I told...