Poems from whodies
Face flat - cold cement
Strings that hold - strings that break
All the things that you said-
Meaningless.
Yet.We defy. Nature. The odds...
I want to find the words
The words to explain
explain how I feel
as a kid today
You try to listen
hear me struggle
to find the word
to...
To the boy on the bus,
with the thick brown hoodie and the old running shoes and the wireframed glasses
and the ripped jeans that started...
New Home,New Faces
Past and Present, blur together
Voices echo, All is the Same yet it has changed
Awakened. Barely...
Can't keep a diary
when there's no such thing as privacy
It hurts
Trapped in my body trapped in my head
Who's keeping us together?
Baby boy...