hands on my face lights in my eyes yet i- sleep the drugs too strong i can't fight just a little- longer no pattern
By Anna Lundy Cook10 months ago in Poets
the sound of his voice and the touch of his hands everyday- a part of me voluntarily i listen to every note sung until-
do you hear that he is singing in the- skies forevermore i am shaking she is scaring me bright lights- dimmed forevermore
was another time. i was another place. i was dull. i didn't understand. i was sacrificed. i was broken. i was bloodied.
i remember spending my days slow dancing in an empty room i remember the sunlight pouring in-- golden i remember my bare feet padding upon the wooden floors
where poetry is our religion and solitude is our god let us find that red altar make our beds and lie in them
i hear your feet padding on the hardwood floors i see the secret tears you shed in the library alone, wandering the
in a world of transfer truck dragons and cell phone tower lighthouses i look for you in a world of browning leaves and changing tides
knowing what I know now can I turn the clock around and start my life over and get it right cause right now im just
i awaken to the familiar scent of a dark warm liquid brewing in the kitchen i hurriedly dress and pull my shoes on my mom fixes my hair, spraying the floral
do you remember the way it felt when we were young? the petals of human flesh blooming opening up to the world as we opened our eyes