Poems from grace_taylor
She stopped next to the Road -
Where I lay covered in glass -
Her hand outstretched - She beckoned me -
Away from where cars pass.
Her...
I don’t want to die
Not for the pain, but for the loss
I don’t want my absence to leave a gap in the cosmic fabric
I don’t want my family...
I've got a sister
Riley is her name
And I'm quite inclined
To think she's insane
She jumps on the couches
And sings in the rain
But I love...
I wake up everyday at the same time
Mascara crusted over on the same two eyes
Yank the same jeans over the same two legs
Pull the same...
When I write a poem, I feel a thrill that makes my
heart-speed-up
like a herd of kindergarteners out to recess
galloping across the mulch...