Poems from porshainielsen
my fingers tingle
my knuckles white
i grasp my hopes
“it’ll be alright”
but nothing changes
they start to slip
through the cracks ...
vested in veins
spreading like spider webs
of blues
of black
they say rumors spread like wildfire
which is only true
because they engulf...
like the seats on the bus in the morning,
be occupied
be taken up with warmth
with different stories
and different perspectives
be...
moonlight is so bright
but what does it sound like?
it sounds like the nights
where you muffled cries
it sounds like the nights
where...
the sky and i are alike you know,
we burn shades of red
and shades of blue
with purples in between
thoughts are unclear
like the moon and...