Poems from Hann_Lizzy
They stumble and fumble and fall from my mouth,
Tumble and bumble around in my mind,
Words.
I know them and love them and use them too...
When the sun goes down and the room gets dark,
I think about how the world makes no sense.
I think about how bad things happen to good...
Life is now defined by numbers.
A list of percentages lables you as "dumb" or "smart,"
Making learning a competition from the start,...
Words don't follow the patterns of math:
Three words-- "I love you"-- can't be defined by one plus two, and when written side by side,...
Tonight is a treasure.
Not spectacular, amazing, or especially magnificent,
But perfect in its own way, beautiful, significant.
Because...