sweet not bland feels like smooth sand in my hands grainy texture white or brown adds flavor to what I consume
By Tyler Hawthorne3 years ago in Poets
she came to an empty dance studio put on her shoes and practiced her steps to the music over and over again until she got the routine down
spreads its wings and flutters by flying high through the grassy pastures and trees flight is halted by a strong breeze
tears drip down my face over a happy moment or being in a dark place encounters with chopped onions or chemical waste
going to sleep with my eyes shut tight in the night all is calm for a while and then I am in a place unknown wish I knew where I am
seeps through the walls makes me feel weak and shiver chatters my teeth causes my bones to creak and feel stiff I cough and sneeze as it
chewy, sweet, tasty, and sour a packaged treat to devour comes in many colors too wish that it did not rot and almost break my teeth
I hear the words in my head but there is no paper or pen around to write the words down as I get out a piece of paper
rains down from the sky hits the ground and cycles back upward as vapor again tastes refreshing in a glass with ice on a hot day
a whisper in the ear a vision reimagined on screen on paper written down message in an old letter the shift of a behavior
you are above us everyday nothing ever gets in your way your colors can change any day forms a spectacle for us to see
sees the obscene views letters on the page and on screen sometimes blocked to hide from something unexpected gets twisted
