Poems from bri_rhodes
He was my bandaid. I was his confidant. He was fun in bed. I was scared of becoming attached. He was my friend and potential lover. I...
The art of saving isn’t hard to master.
Just a few months of training will do. Still,
The first death always feels like a disaster.
We...
SHE KEPT COMING BACK TO IT,
THE EMOTIONLESS ROBOT
THAT USED TO BE A MAN.
BUT HE WAS COMPLETELY GONE,
REPLACED BY NOTHINGNESS
IN A MERE...
A thrumming beat echoesThroughout the slums of Brooklyn,Exploding from beat boxes that pumpEnergetic life into a decaying city.
Rustic...