Poems from writetheimprint
I built dreams for you but they are now haunted abandoned buildings. I call them nightmares of the forgotten.
You can find me holding the world without hands.
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Excuse my gaze.
My eyes have poor manners.
They tell my secrets to the deaf.
Break silence with their violent whispers
and snicker in...
Transitions are never easy.
I know.
I have not mastered moving on.
You were an awkward sentence
leaving me open-ended.
I knew we weren’t...
My eyes are windowless frames.
Climb in, my soul wide open.
Being translucent is all too familiar.
The unknown is known.
There is nothing...
My youth was a boarding school
where I slept in a waterbed of tears.
Made a mess of my sheets,
I was teased for wetting the bed.
But my...
My cologne has a striking resemblance to the city’s dirty laundry.
Only difference I cannot contain my secrets to a hamper
or wash them...