Poems from Alex_M
Hey there, I'm a Freshman Unspecified Arts Major in college and I am a bookkeeper. I've always loved the rawness of poetry so if my poems are a bit jumbled, that's why!
Cacophony, n. harsh discordance of sound; dissonance:
it's the sound of a coffee cup clattering
rolling on the tile of a classroom floor...
Brick tiles skin in imprints.
Bloody and raw knuckles left behind,
refreshing anger stops and long sorrow christens.
The grout is what...
You and I are impossible
to understand, far from tangible sight
and inconceivable to ancient astronomers.
You and I are glorious
and...
Lost in thought
along slough pews–-
sweating doors–-
curdled smiles;
sleepy summer minds
blunder, dumber
when harsh thunder
voices leak...
Hold me closeenough our atoms touchwhen my subatomic particlesare shakingin fear of frustrationof becoming what I am.
Hold me my...