Poems from cb1102
How could I be sad
When the birds sing
And chase each other
In such ignorant glee?
How could I be sad
When the air around me
Is sweet...
I don’t want to die
Because I’ve seen how death takes us
With no dignity, no divinity
I want not to walk the earth
I want to be the...
My first loves,The word “love”Taken and spoken lightlyJust as they took my heartFrom my chest,Far too young to knowWhat that would mean,...
Sometimes it comes as scratches
Black and sharp as night
As if by pencil
Or stick of the hardest charcoal.
And others it comes as ink,...
Snow crunches
like the bones of ancient gods
beneath our feet.
Cascading from above
like dust and ashes,
here to return us
to what we once...