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5/8/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
I dig my fingers into sand. Craving the cool, wet feeling it gives. She plays the koto so beautifully, my heart is the only gift I can give. But sh..
5/7/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
I listened to your voice last night. The one where you kept repeating words of tasteless struggles. All that worries you. You shriek at the sou..
4/29/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
It takes four years to get over the swells of her majestics. Pure lore in spite of the mess that trails me. And now I am strapped to this chair writ..
4/26/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
It's part of your culture. How you strech out your arms to expose your deep laced ink to the way you hold your head up to the lights profoundly. The..
4/24/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
I took flight and spoke words I knew would send me crashing into the ocean. It's part of the journey. It's all I have ever known. And sinking furth..
4/20/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
Time means everything to me. Unique in essence as this moment will never come again. The moment we first met. The times I walked the halls alone, b..
4/13/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
I think upon the subject of importance. As if I could really stop this unseen force pulling me in closer. If only I took the time to reward my forb..
4/10/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
My morning has arrived. The ambience felt stale. I drew back the curtains and came face to face with a witches stare. I looked away shocked and sta..
4/7/19
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
Passion, am I conquer or a slave to it? Searching for starlight in eyes, but only the ones that blazes brightly in the dark. A haunting sonnet that ..
Colors Of My Life ( 4/2/19)
A Poem by
Andre Peterson
The color grey meant nothing to me until it gave me warmth on the coldest night. It was calming in the hours where I had nothing else to hold onto. ..
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