Poems from Cael Adams
Anxiety is all the colors known to man,
all at once
It is a constant, uneven drum,
Along with a faint screaming,
All in a tight quarter
The...
I would have built cathedrals and sculptures in your honor
I would have made beautiful artworks for you everyday,
but you chose another...
Some of us don't have the luxury of knowing exactly
who we are since birth
Some of us struggle day by day,
Trying to figure it out
But I...
As far back as I could remember,
I always wanted to be an adult
The adults would always say,
"You're only just a child, you won't...
Love is overrated,
I want nothing to do with it
Yet it is the thing I crave most,
as a means to conquer my sad disposition
Or so I would...