Poems from amrg3
If there was one thing that I could do for the rest of my life
I’d be a teacher, but not just of education
I would teach children the ways...
They told me to be a writer but
They also told me that being a writer was no way to be successful
So I started hunting for the meaning of...
My cactus, my cactus
The funny part about this poem is – I don’t even own a cactus
But I’d like to
Because they remind me of people; you...
You told me we were something and that at some point, miles would mean nothing, that you would always be there to hold me up when...
For all of you, welcome, welcome, welcome
To the world of ‘you cannot do anything right’
Where the only noises are the chains that bind...