Poems from marquist
Seventeen is a milestone.
Over the years I have grown,
And through different places that I have flown
I see.
That 17 is a milestone.
Where...
Police run with regularity through the street and alley ways.
Sirens bellow through the winds and wrap around generationally cursed...
I feel inadequate as I sit
In my math class and vent.
Mundane class time is boring
And when it comes to test and quizzes,
I can't seem to...
I think I want to be another statistic.
I’m not sure if it’s just me, but the thought of my name on that crisp white sheet of paper excites...
I’ve got something to say
Something so graceful
It would put a flowing white river to shame
Those who disagree with what I have to say
I...