Poems from Cassidy_Munro_pen

North Carolinian. Bachelors in Communication Studies with a minor in theater. I'm an ametuer writer. I'm not a poet. I just like rhyming things and calling it poetry.
Blackened wood with scratches from a pen.The tip tore through paper and bled.The drip of hot wax, signed and sealed.A flame burns below...
My first home stood by shells and sand alike. I passed the days and nights down by the waves. Home two had fields and woods through farms...
I drove home yesterday. All the way from north to south. I drove home yesterday. Not a sound escaped my mouth.   I drove home yesterday. In...
Hi.  How're you? What have you been up to? Cool.   Hey. What's up? I'm good. Nice.   Hey. Can you? Oh, no worries. See ya later...
Oh to be like Echo, Always calling out but never heard. To be like Midas, Always reaching out but never touched. To be like Medusa, Always...

Pages