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...