Poems from Rian Giddings
all the samefive point five litersall of us
archaic anthems,quiet chirps are echoing --deafening silence
The epicurean analogy of a woman scarred deep.
Of her pallid heart, strings wound taut,
once made to give and receive freely
both the...
oh its funny, its funny
what little we know
what dreamings we dream
what reapings we sow
thoughts of old lifestyles
get lost in bad sense...
Know'st the things which ive felt obliged?dying to live and living to die
branded in chains and brought to a kneel new freedom to roam,...