Poems from 12LCAT
Cupid is no archer, but a demon with a bow
A child of cruel conception crafted by fires from below
His arrows, barbed and rusted, bring a...
It's turning my thoughts into words that gets me
It's allowing my emotions to break through the membrane of my skin
My skin that I have...
One night the world was ending
It seems like so long ago
That night was far from end or beginning
But it is the most precious memory I...
A white hair tie bound around each wrist
The residue of charcoal mascara smeared onto her fingers
She will watch the night turn grey and...
Distance is what keeps us apart
The thought pushes through my head till its clear
Like a busy commuter on a New York street
And though I’m...