Poems from B Murphy
I am a strange human being. I am an aspiring tattoo artist, poet, author, and friend. I procrastinate.
Americans claim to be free,
But are we truly free when the gender inside does not match with the on on the outside?
Americans claim to...
Cascading around your shoulder,
A wave of blue that always leaves me speechless.
Your eyes oceans,
A pool of clarity that leaves my mind...
I walk through the darkened halls.
I can feel them.
Staring.
Laughing.
Whispers.
I can hear them all in the back of my mind.
Snickering....
The people that reside here in this mess
Would have you believe
That if you have cracks you cannot be beautiful.
I am the breathing soul...
It came from whence the demons dwell
On wings of satin ebony,
What it was no one could tell,
But how it moved so gracefully.
With...