Poems from Matt_Kass
We used to write, you and I,
When I was too small to grasp
The world or anything in it,
And you were afraid
Of what I would find if I knew...
For some poems, you’re punctual:
You place your pencil on your notepad,
You settle in your seat,
You even read the syllabus,
The poem...
Once I was
A poem;
Lines carved
Into arms
And rewritten,
Revised,
Rehearsed
Until I was
Red ink
On the floor
And never wrote
Another line...
When I was small, I was told to smile
Or else I could never be loved,
So I smiled.
When my uncle died,
They said I was too young to...
WARNING: this one is inspired by stories from victims of WW2 and the Holocaust, so it's a little gory.
We know freedom
Like the...