Poems from csb
oh the blur of tragedy
when time distorts
and senses warp
Vision blurs while
sound slurs
And you wonder if
everyone else’s reality just...
The funny thing about healing is
It creates a void,
A sudden gradual vacuum
Where there had only been pain
An emptiness
That you must...
I am homesick
And yet at home
For the walls to whisper to me
Sounds of childhood past
Laughter and memories
Tip-toeing down hallways...
the gravity
of you + me
I never saw it coming
but suddenly
massively
I am consumed
by want of you
universes I never knew existed
still to...
I’ve been thinking a lot about the American voice
So brash
Bold
and often ugly
The one that says
you don’t measure up
there’s always more...