Poems from Stove Taylor
Have you ever looked into someone's eyes and felt something deep inside you swell up?
Your heart beats quicker.
Palms get sweaty, you wipe...
Why do I write?
Think about this.
Imagine for yourself, a dark room
dark walls with no door,
an empty abode for all of one's thoughts....
Switch back runner
dark grey Focus
clouds thickening as we make our approach.
I, the anxious copilot to the notorious captain's second run...
The joy and sun of the Boston fun run Marathon
the third Monday of April showers parts the clouds
for the race of a lifetime, a yearly...
Humanity has not fallen.
The silly phrase
I continue to speak
though my peers won't agree.
That the evolution of man doesn't stop here.
We'...