Poems from Zanies
"Do you ever regret surviving?"
something I frequently ask
to a scarred and damaged woman
in the back of a tainted head
she weeps all...
I walk into my lonely home
the time it a little past 11
I shoot a text to her "Hey love, I'm home."
Time to unwind while I think of...
Alone in my own head
as I rest tonight
ins and outs of breathing
calm me while I lose sight
sight of reality, morals, and ethics...
My heritage is mixed like the color of my skin
I'm too black for the whites
Too white for the blacks
But, my color is not who I am
The...
Opened pages
white and black
eyes see ink and bleach
and a coffee stained corner
take me away
to adventure and wonder
Paper back...