Poems from ptsui
The call comes at 7 PM, right before my dinner.
“Hello?” I answer.
Now, I understand that you are only doing your job, after all
Using...
I am a wrinkly old onion
My life’s dream is to climb into the blender
Have the banana turn it on, and I’ll ride the whirlwind high
Cut me...
My arms tighten too much like a knot would
To grasp the hand of a faceless Love
Lost and restless feet that know no home
Treading with...
Morning, oh how I've missed you.Noon, kisses, and sunshine.Two-thirty and we'll travel the world and back.At night we whisper to the...
Drops of salty water decorate the page
Weary of bitterness, weary of rage
Sighing, dying, she longs to escape this cage ---
This jaded...