Poems from Rocketstoreina
If I were to be perfectly honest with myself, I would have to say too many dead bodies fertilize my mind’s garden. Every nook and cranny...
People expect me to be strong.
Like the man with the long salt-and-pepper beard in his tan Volvo making his way across a bridge.
He expects...
Finger tips gliding up her dress,
She didn’t like the feeling of hands on her hips.
His lips spoke sweet words that melted in her mouth....
Flashback to the year 1995, the year I was brought into this world.
I grew up believing in love.
We use to lie in front of our apartment...
The city everyone wants to leave.
I guess it’s part of growing up: Forgetting.
Maybe one day I’ll forget Meridian that led straight to the...