Poems from cadencewhittle
I always wanted to bethat girl;too brilliant to resisttoo pretty to dis,that girl that stops trafficwalking down the street.That's the...
As the violent winter wind whips my chapped lips,
I can’t help but smile;
mouth cracking at the seams
at the sight of Pike Street...
There is an empty bitternesswhich is sustained here.One can't help but feel helplessas loved ones inhale fearand exhale possible precious...
Yet with every flickerof my heart (whichmirrorsthe flickers of his eyes),I know that it is not right. We are not right. But how could that...
At some point in my life,A bitter seed was planted in my veins - Or perhaps it had been there all along,And its roots slowly raced toward...