C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
Cover me over with melody
Cover me over with time...
Teasing kids ignite
terrorizing tearful eyes...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...
A long day
Begins the same as others...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
A cricket
chirping...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
you thought it ended,
and that you fell...
The only thing I love
about your absence is that...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...