poets
People don’t want poetsThey want bright lights, WiFi, iced coffee, cheapDeals and expensive trips. They want to see sunsetsIn other countries. The newest cellphone. What they don’t want is me.
Unison
I have now gotten to where the dogs barkingMixed with the gunfire and the screams at nightDo not bother me. Instead, I allow the tune of Their song to fill…
Working Long Hours at the Writing Desk
Maybe, if I write enough beautiful poetryI won't wake up hating myself.All I have to do is keep giving those around me Reasons to praise me so that the voices…
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