Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.
Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!
I'm your modeling creature. I'm your fallen angel. I sing to the ether— Take a breather. Leave the smoke at the door.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
All I do is wash my hands And scratch their back After they had a head attack. • All I know is commonplace, Finding common ground
The trap of affection By...anyone. Grab you by infection— Infatuation. Do you love your mom? Do you love the idea?
Terrain in my brain. Rain on my parade, fuel me. Fumes and soot—eat shit.
Breeze, breeze, buzz a bum. Flaming lips, thick saliva, Beneath trees on sod.
Sol is ablaze, si? See waves azul, Tierra... Brisa que orbits.
Blood on fingertips, Grime under nails—who fired it? Sink leaks; burst lung pipes.
Smoke a huff to cough. Boots break puddles only 'cause... Quick breaks end in muck.
Up ahead a house. Air burns a fever, Come in. Take a sip; mud tracks...
Walk on the river. Coldest winter on earth—curse! White breath; swallow burns.
They called him a Four, Her elements he adored, Heart in the blender.
Act II Silk, satin, velvet. Nightfall draws a cashmere moon. Hold a flame to it. ——— Then I Behind velvet drapes
