Poems from AmberWriter
17 years of ballet never attended, toes bouncing, heels never hitting the floor, when she waves her arms soap suds fling across the room,...
I have nothing poetic left to say.
The strict contours of rose water apartments have been hidden beneath the snow
A silent rebellion...
Tonight we dine on soap sud memories,
music lighting corners light bulbs won’t fill,
Seated at a table too big for little family too...
She is a walking stereotype.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Backpack, showtunes on her itunes,
beat up vans, and too big hoodies
Too geek for nerd...