crash, bang--
freeze'''quit
I can remeber the worst of it
dragging your hands, burning at the wrist
and now the dim night seizes
faux suede pillows, beach towels,
those horrible stairs our toes scraped on
the memories march
to the beat of tv static
to the foam bubbles popping
to the screams of such fear
lining corridors like wallpaper
echoing like a bomb
so many people fill the room
a ballon ready to pop
and the noise that leaves a ringing
eight years long
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
