Poems from carolinefloyd
Housed in white.
With curtains of red and
floorboards of blue.
Home to
thoughts and poems and pictures
and the occasional airplane.
Clean...
Up into the air.
My feet
Wave goodbye to
the green blades of grass.
Into the friendly sky.
“Hello, cloud”,
I say.
Blue sky, yellow sun,...
Robin Thicke
Makes me so sick
He says "I know you want it"
Cause he's an idiot
I am aLoverand aMakerand aDoer
But I cannotLoveorMakeorDo
Because
I have beenStrippedof all that isNiceandCleanandPretty
And have...
You say
“This is a safe place.”
So why then,
do I feel so afraid?
So nervous?
So
fearful that at any moment
you will discover what is going...