Poems from OceanEyesBlueTides
I used to have an account under the name "The Frozen Arsonist" when I was a teenager and just wanted to start over, but you can check that out if you want to see earlier content
The old queen-sized boxspring creaks
as one of the three children sleeping on it repositions.
Cousins.
A creaking somewhat different
than...
The smell of a clean courtroom
could never hide the fear on your face
when you tell the room
exactly what he did that day.
She was new to being a school counselor.
Fresh out of school herself.
She knew working in a large city like this one might be overwhelming...
Childhood's games with my best buddy turned into
his father "breaking up" with me for him
in front of my mother.
All night video games...
The blaring heat
--no relief.
A rented bedroom I don't even pay for
The smell of the store and freshly purchased paperback novels
A...