Poems from Siena Costanzo
Words tend to dissolve in tea
And I’ve found they often rise with the steam
My lungs breath then in you see
Leaving words to sprout in me...
I’m fed up with feeling like I’m failing
I’m fed up with shooting for the moon and landing in the mud
I'm fed up with the pictures, the...
The short poems get no attention
for surely if it ment somthing you would have written more
surely you ment to add more efffot- I mean...
I spent my years of sanity
On thought to be usefull things,
But now I find myself up to my neck in anxiety
So I follow every dream thats...
My glasses snap when I try to use them
and that metaphors a little to strong for my taste in relation to my inellect
my plants died,...