Poems from asholland
I live for your laugh, your smile, your voice.
The way I feel in your arms.
I know you feel vulnerable,
but I want you to cherish the...
Can you fly?
I!
Do you have a beak?
No, but I am sleek.
Are you nice on a hot day?
So the people say.
You are feared in the harsh winter.
I...
Dear Past Self,
I'm not sure where in your life you are, but I'm a sophomore in college.
I'm not going to lie to you, life is not at all...
Callouses, blisters, exhaustion,
Gloves, bats, balls,
Cheering, screaming, crying, laughing.
I miss the dirt under my cleats,
and the smell...
Your fingers trace my skin,
like a pencil on a map.
Slowing down over my edges,
like a car on a mountain.
I never know where your journey...