Noise in the night
that likes to keep me up...
Those people can touch
me in so many ways...
Strip me of my color,
and no longer will I be judged...
I can't collect my thoughts,
but in a moment of time...
Savage.
But you're so light. You writhe, the shock...
Discern me no more for you
can't carve my dreams...
I wake to you, sweet confection
wrapped in cotton layers...
What if poems would be forbidden?
I can't imagine that the world is poemless...
Her pen name symbolizes
the muse of misfortune...
You are a complex of irregular emotions
trying to define yourself...
Should I place a stock of potatoes
along the banks of Jordan...
World
Choking...