Poems from blase
Reluctantly the water moves between these protruding banks.
Disdainfully it seeps down, before me, reaching me, and passing me.
Why does...
Awkward Avian
Proud to sing his shrill aubade
It smooths the sharp air
The sky isn't less beautiful in the winter
I look at it and witness the resounding awe it provokes
It still takes my breath away
But then...
Books really don't mind the second-hand smoke,
Air around is as stagnant as they are
Ultimately we are mobile creatures
Dancing around the...
Alone,
Being happy,
The only thing with me
My thoughts to keep me company,
Assuaged
Alone,
Laying in grass,
Stars shooting in the sky...