Poems from marxreilly
"the arts are not a way to make a living. they are a very human way of making life more bearable. practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake."
-kurt vonnegut
cold hard concrete
and nothing but the clothes
on your back
for a mother
your wits keep you alive
because
you've outgrown ...
just a couple of kids.
i don't know
what i'm doing,
where the fuck i'm going,
and you're not any better off.
an adult
in the eyes of...
15,000 feet,
the return
from a taste of home.
the sea salt kick
of the wind
on my skin,
the fading stain
of your kiss,
fading fast.
waves...
i'm afraid
of what i feel because,
nothing can control it.
attemps are made to tame
this fear,
yet in my throat it's burning.
i'm...
i've drawn one thousand girls and
they all look like you.
like maybe if
it wasn't for the world they'd want
to live.
like maybe if life...