Poems from kierrarobertson
Feeling like a pen with the ink in bubbles inside,
Scribbled on a piece of paper in futile attempts to put ink to page
Yet only creating...
Cough, cough.
I sort sheet after sheet
Checking for stains
Checking for rips
Checking for tears
I sniffle,
Allergic to the mold
The dust...
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Freshman year.
Band camp.
Walk in the front door.
See the instrument room.
Two doors.
See the signs.
“In.”
“Out.”
Never
Use the...
How small it seems, now I've seen far more
Than I had ever seen before in memory
How insignificant such moments, such feelings,
After...
Life
Life a rain of chance
Where each new day's
A new choice stance
Life
A field of dreams
Where nothing is ever
Quite as it seems
And...