Poems from Grahamacre00
I hate you dad
It’s not personal though
It’s an expression of hormones, genetics, epigenetics, social pressures, academic stress, skin...
I’m like a vine of ivy
I need a tree to climb
I will grow so long and lithe
I’ll make that flora mine
The moment I reach the sky
feel...
I was lost in the details
And the devil was there
We spoke at length
The small talk was fair
Anxiously
I turn the pages
the fuzzy edged pages
of my old notebook
impatient
to see
to taste my own words again
to make sure
each...
I don't know where the sky is
is it above or in my head?
I do know I'll follow it
every moment 'til I'm dead