Poems from Ctrickster18
No one seems to understand
my poetry
the way I write
my poetry
is not for the rhymes
my poetry
ia written to make me feel good
my poetry...
Metal box
No loose ends
No escape
Trapped in a structured prison, everyday is the same
no change
no change makes him crazy
his thoughts...
Winding roads and fairy tales
junk mail and seasonal spirits
Nothing, empty; all the time
Cluttered half the time by words and numbers...
Oak wood standing tall against gusting winds that try to force it down
Breathing in the oxygen, letting it run through the veins of the...
The dark encompasses the old withered bark
The branches weep, its sap seeps from between cracks
To climb the tree, she gathers her wits
But...