Poems from noeminuchurch
In a world that only exists in magazine ads,
vintage posters and royalty,
a woman is respected and revered,
revered for her ability to be...
It was brought to my attention, the event almost too horrible to mention
I beleaved it taught, believed by slight presumption, that it had...
a house with no lights on
the ringing of the doorbell
sound resonating loudly
no furniture inside
a scraping sound, a terrifying sound
a...
Do you truly know your heart?
It beats, I know, it sings, I hear
It beckons to follow its wills
It flutters inside the chest like a...
I wonder if the forgotten feel forgotten,
or if the abandoned feel truly abandoned?
Do the heartless grieve a beating heart
as much as the...