Poems from viviankung423
I think it is strange how even after we die
Our bodies still function
Giving one last attempt
Our lungs are still full of air
Our hair...
I hate fake flowers
They are deceitful liars
They don't give off oxygen
Or sway in the breeze
They smell like cheap plastic
And while they...
When my brother came home from the hospital
There was a party at our house
and my father raised his glass and said:
“Here’s to new...
we bring our lunches and textbooks to school
only to devour the content of our textbooks with ravenous hunger for an A
rather than enjoy...
He buys red rose buds.
He thinks they are beautiful.
More than blooming ones.
She loves sunrises.
When the sky is half awake.
More than...