Poems from WhiteWindows
I would’ve never guessed
I’d be so stressed.
I didn’t assume
Life came with a certain doom.
[Work, work, work.
Pleading for praise,...
The best sights
Are often seen late in the night.
It’s not the twinkling lights
Of the city, or the happy sighs
Of mothers and lovers.
No...
Every month,
Always a surprise,
The agonizing pain,
Sometimes brings tears to my eyes.
It starts in my belly,
Swollen and sore,
My legs...
She was being eaten alive
By a black monster
That made each step she took heavier,
Every breath of conversation arduous.
The monster’s...
I often can’t decide
whether or not I like
stupid, strange, suspicious
people.
People make me crazy.
People are impossible to even begin...