Poems from cb1102
a pruned tree sits
in the corner of a room
naked but for its vibrant
green leaves
pruned
trimmed
cut to shape and size,
perfect in all...
To one day feel whole
Without the hesitation
Of one who dips their toes
Tentatively upon the surface
Of the water
To one day feel whole...
I sit like a cat
Upon a windowsill
Looking inward instead of out
Inside the quiet home sits
Happiness
Inside the quiet home sits ...
trying to dislodge all the thoughts in your head
a swift slap across the cheek ought to do it
shake your head until all you can hear
is...
I sit like a cat Upon a windowsill While the city beneath me Stretches and yawns The sun pokes her head Up over the waking giant's...