Poems from torenceeugene
Yea, Alabama!
It’s a Saturday in the South.
You can hear the sausages sizzle as they set on the grill.
You can hear the fizz of the...
What is depression?
It is a vile, insideous darkness that engulfs every aspect of a person.
If this darkness was a liquid, I would be...
I belong to myself and only to myself
While it is a great responsibility, I proudly take it on.
I, now twenty-years-old in perfect...
She sighs.
I sigh.
I'm looking at her, into those pretty green eyes.
Kiss me, she says.
And I do.
Take off my clothes, she says.
And I do...
Where do we go when we die?
How numerous are the stars in the sky?
A life full of ambiguous questions
Without any answers or mere...