Sadness is liquid.It seeps from the heart and pools in our eyes.Gushing like the dam broke when someone dies.Soaking through to the surface when we di..
Half his wardrobe's from a t-shirt gun.He starts family feuds just for some fun.Cigarette smoke follows him aroundAnd he won't put the toilet seat dow..
This is a revised and hopefully much better version of a poem I wrote for 7th grade English using words cut out newspaper headlines. I didn't like the..
Wrinkled skin holds togetherYears of salt, wind, and weather.Knowing eyes have gone through morePain than most, they still adoreSilky waves and starry..