Tags » Throwaway

Little solace
is found
in the
sovereignty
of words;

royal blood-
the heart
rejects it.

Poet

Pretty Pens.

I hate pretty pens. I say this because I stood in the pen aisle at Target for about twenty minutes trying to figure out what pen is best. 120 more words

College

flying home

Her words burn with an energy that could fuel my mind to mars
She said she couldn’t find a peddle stool so she put me on her back… 83 more words

Poetry