Poems from TDavies95
I crush my jubilant jaw
into the succulent crimson, Red Delicious
apple like my ma gave me.
The juices tickle my cheeks,
and bring back a...
To you it’s raining cats and dogs,
To him it’s raining bats and frogs,
To me it’s raining water.
-W.B. October (Tim Davies)
When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade;
. but you aren’t getting lemons if you aren’t getting paid.
-W.B. October
The sun arched slowly across the sky,
Illuminating the freeway speckled with cars passing by,
Every car sifts through a tollbooth,
Like...
Far deep within our oceans is an abyss, many leagues underneath.
No light can reach the mysterious, unfamiliar, exotic terrain.
Even the...