Poems from amandagb
Sometimes there are Dreams in this empty wasteland
in the space between where you end and I begin.
Sometimes the slumber is too soft,
and...
My lungs keep beating
A dolldrum hum to the tock of the clock,
Keeping time of the drip drop of the minutes,
Lost in a sea of seconds too...
But then the silence descended and there were no words to fill the emptiness between the spaces that had formed,No matter meaningful to...
Dear first language,
I have written to you today to announce a list of grievances you have committed against me
My Constitution, My Bill of...
You don't know me I say - I mean, I don't want you to know me. That's not true.
I want you to know me, but I'm scared.
My fears, my pain...