Poems from dylanchapin
The home of a traveler
Is not really a home,
But more of a way of life.
The home can be furnished nicely
With a chipper mood and a broad...
I do not like that.
The weird place.
The odd shape.
The abnormality.
I do not like much.
Not what I see.
Not how I see it.
Not much at all...
Cold hard seats.
I tug at my sweater a little more.
The A.C. kicks on
And I feel like meat
Hanging in a locker.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The girl in...
What is This Dream I dreamt?
This Dream of red, white, and blue.
Is This Dream still alive today?
Is it still clenching to the earth it...