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How wonderful you cannot choose The place and part you least will bruise For all the phases: yellow, green Some unsightly, some unseen You would miss out, you would not get The new from different sustance skin
I hear her scream I hear her tiny footsteps in the hallow way Her shallow breathing quickening my heart She is an empty shell of the person I knew Her soft skin that used to soothe me is abused by her confusion
Do you know how to put feeling back into me into the tips of my fingers the ends of my hair the heels of my feet? Do you know how to put me back together my bones my blood my skin?
I missed you again today I've been doing this thing where I refrain from thinking about you until about the worst possible time in the day to break down When I'm dipping in the pool for the beginning of practice
I feel I feel I feel farther I'd fall if I was falling
I am drawing a line incredibly thin across my chest, longer than my arms that quiver, beneath all of it beneath all of it thin thinner I become thin thinner my hair falls