Poems from Nettlespike
Sweet release,
last breath of a
perilous struggle
of fourteen winters.
A jar of candy lay
on her bedside,
The lid open,
as I wait for...
Everytime I hear this song,
I’m reminded of you and I.
We have not seen each other
in ten summers and eleven days.
In these thousand miles...
50/50, place your bets.
Choose your side,
and commit.
The fools are the spectators
who refuse to pick.
It’s all chance anyway,
I heard...
Today, I dropped my favorite mirror.
Watched as glass shattered
and conch shells cracked.
It hurts more than the shards cutting into my...
Are you asleep yet?
Trapped within these four walls
made of linoleum and useless things,
Can you see the sky?
When you gaze outside at...