Poems from Holiday
When another day is finally through,
So is the character you’re playing too
Always someone who pleases everyone
Is there anything nice you...
So there was the garden, a place of allure and green
Could feel the endless possibilities in the air
On the branches, there, the red,...
Ink smeared around my mouth and dried on my lip
Shreds of books everywhere as I continued to rip
Words of Frost, Whitman, and Emerson,
I...
Sunset, Sunrise
The sky is filled with clouds of sighs
A sunflower bright and best,
Withered away from the rest
The entire field mourned...