Poems from deidre.m.chaar
Pastel souls falling out of the earthlike paint on my grandmothers handsso frailI don't rememberwhat it was like for her to hold my...
I had always wondered about the family across the street and why they never took down their Christmas lights. my mom said it was because...
you made me feel the sadness in my boneswhen you weren't around.it's like you didn't understandwhat you did to me. your toxicity in my...
a rope turns to satin ribbon
and the telephone pole to a tree
so now I must find another way to send my words to thee
as the sun...
Your hands are strong.
Enough to keep me and my horrors at bay until dawn.
They bear the weight of the world and all it throws at you....