Poems from CherishHarber
One falls from the sky
I’m four years old in a field of flowers
And I believe these yellow winged creatures have powers
They look like...
At night the ticking of the clock gets louder,
My anxiety sounds like thunder;
In the darkness I begin to shudder.
The cold kissing my...
Her skin is made of wrapping paper
So she can tear it off easily
When it becomes too painful to be her
She sees her waist through a...
Whenever I drive by the the third stop sign on my way home,
I think of the fear that lived in my fingers
As I flicked my cigarette bud out...
If I was asked to define love,
I would say that it was the way
we fell into eachother's arms
On the 30th of October.
If I was asked...