Poems from ireyes01
The raised back of retracted scribbles
On any worn out page,
reminds me of my old scars-
Embarrasing and unerased.
I’m so independent,
I could attend my own funeral
and bury myself in the dirt.
“Here lies Isabella,
she died as she lived-
too afraid to...
Florence made it easy
to sing a somber note,
I’ve scratched off my eyelids-
I hate each song I wrote.
To say all my feelings
and hear...
I hear twisted words
Like leaves on a vine.
Words jumbled through punctured ears,
Words people dine
upon.
Vicious, rapid, jumbled they...
With 1800 hands
in my mind,
I carved initials into my eyes.
I turned down my volume
to see vernacular art,
Blinking morse code the way to...