Poems from Venetzia the Silent H
Burning
Stinging
Fire
It hurts
Salty
Crashing
Waves
Spill upon the rainbow
Trails of black
...
Every morning I wake up,
Brush my teeth and comb my hair,
I paint a smile on my face,
And say, “It isn’t fair.”
That I should live and...
Was it childish fancy or love?
I stumbled, and then I fell
Down, down, down
Until I landed in his arms.
He always made me smile,
Made me...
If I was not alone, how joyous I would be,
The smiles upon their faces no longer a mystery.
I surrounds myself with hundreds, even...
Letters and paper all around,
Begging, pleading for release,
My hands run down their shivering spines,
Gasping, breathing in relief,
As I...