Poems from xerash
Music blasting through my ears
So loud I can’t hear anything else
Hoping and praying
That I’m never to be found
Carving away all of my pain...
All the mirrors in my life
Let me see the prison
I am trapped in
Whether it’s a painting or a photo
Whether it’s a piece of glass or...
Enmity to a helpless girl
Marked for a bullet
The feeling of revenge is not worth much
While revenge is
Rather dangerous and unmanageable...
Fire is pretty
When it burns a hot hole in your heart
Wind is pretty
When it destroys everything in its path
Water is pretty
When it...
A wind blown newspaper floats down the busy sidewalk
Cars screech to a hult
People run across a crowded road
The news paper gets steps on...