Poems from Stanson
Place me in a world of peace
and I will know bliss.
Throw a grenade of love into the city
and they, too, will know this.
Take out your...
I no longer know the colors of my intentions.
It
seems
they've
begin...
The pillows cling to your scent.
The carpet caresses your footprints.
The picture frame holds your image tightly.
And the tub; the tub...
The glimmer in his smile
Never seemed to fade.
But his smile was seen less often
As things began to gray.
He remained to look the same...
4 years of torment
4 years of pain
4 years of life
Right down the drain
Freshman year
You're ripped a part
Looked down upon
What a great...