Poems from unpunkish
there are days i shake.
not like a leaf on a tree;
not like a nervous voice.
nothing like poetry.
there is no nostalgia in the way my...
when i was three,
i wanted to major in
travel because
i wanted beautiful feet to take me to the high places and valleys in between.
...
breathe out.
i need a language with more
synonyms for love
that do not strike my ears
like a slap or a secondhand
sigh,
but mold...
the crashing noise of the cascade
below triggers a feeling of joy
in my cataclysmic mind.
it is not often that i am filled
with the...
i try to forget you.
i try to remember you.
but i cannot.
i have written you letters,
i have sung you songs,
i have penned a thousand...