I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
Death of an era, No, flapper styles Or feather headdresses A resounding uproar Of a stay at home order No, bathtub Jin
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
I can compartmentalize my heart Throw my emotions in the glovebox Along with the spare drive thru napkins I can resign
To the friend , I lost along the way, I am sorry for- my anxiety and depression, That put a wedge, between us It’s like a fire demon,
The clouds shifted, On the winds from the sea. As smoke bellows From the chimney stack- A scuttle song, Screeches From the back seat
I put a note in a bottle, Then, tossed it careless in the sea Titled younger self: Let the waves crash, and carry you Wash up, on the distant future shore
Shellfish and Self-Narrative: My self-narrative, Surprisingly, hauntingly negative... Grow wiser Sharpen skills Polish manners
Her single diamond stud, Hung on her cartilage like a star His silver tongue quivered With each caress of her lobe He charts like a constellation
Let go of the stigma My mind is an enigma The battles wadged All the sides debated Reasons for self loathing to defend
In my half asleep state, eyelids heavy, dreams fading out of focus , I reach out for a hand, my fingertips- have no where to
I put my heartache into words Not to be cruel or harsh I am a lioness of loneliness My words are like silk, when I feel like the worm
Only you, See the world in black and white His insults meant to Spurn her I prefer Pearl-gray She sarcastically answers
My brain and heart are diverged in a yellow wood Years of fighting, for my life, just to live in strife. My own expectations,
