Poems from Max M
Ticking watches too quiet to hear in bustle of day,
Flickering street lamps that emit electrical buzzing,
Whispers from beyond shut doors...
The wind blows, harsh yet stale.Winter is not new, it is the same every year:it freezes the ground and the sky, it takes life from the...
I was Death dressed to the nines,
in His Sunday best, on the way to
Grandmother's house for roast and mashed potatoes.
I was Death at...
i was fourteen years old
i had just turned fourteen years old.
our first kiss was electric.
magic. i stood on my
tippy toes, but still got...
Tick Tock
Around the clock!
Tick Tock
For the cock!
Tick Tock
All day long!
Tick Tock
During psalm!
Tick Tock
It won’t stop!
Tick Tock...