Poems from Grahamacre00
Red light from our sinking star
fills the setting sky,
must it be that every night
the lovely sun must die?
Faces passing by
bland grey in the corner of my eye
To think I see them every day
again and again along my way
they don't know my name I...
Time passes fast
I live slow
Where time sprints
I quietly go
Slacking
Whining
Whacking
Pining
My big brother
Ignoring
Too loud
Roaring
Over Proud
My brother
But he turned out okay in the end.
Amber veins of brittle stem
spread thinly through my body,
serving as a fragile skeleton
to structure my scarlet paper skin
as I am tos't...