Poems from XofLenia
The scream filled his
Heart first
Then crept up his spine
And throat, where it lodged
In place.
No sound came
From his
Parted lips.
No...
deep in darkness, paper-thin
is red-green winter glass
buried beneath old memories
that breathe of love and light.
it smells of life still...
I memorized it for the test
and spat back the answers
scribble, cross-out, scribble, done
the useless facts have been turned in
I get it...
red flows through-- giving life
as it thunders-- strong
under new skin-- so alive
fighting a battle-- just begun
that no one can see-- it's...
poetry is the wind
that carries me away
to a land of dreams
the laughter
that bubbles up inside me
like soap in water
the fire
that burns...