Poems from SteveMarsden
The porous language of a soothing, sitting oracle,
The contraction of your drying lips that never sipped delight,
The ghostly vapor of your...
And you just know we will fall for your shiny, plastic charms,
Freshly prepared scraps handed out to the masses,
While we sleep each night...
There’s a mindset where they always live inside their memories,
I find it disturbing and it seems be a mystery,
Their emotional ship seems...
Give me a drum,
Give me something to hum,
I’m so sick of sitting here,
Twiddling my thumbs
It true that unlike some,
I was happy with how...
I want to feast on a bowlful of stars,
And bathe in the heavenly mist of inspiration,
I want to avoid the backwash of death and ride its...