When I think of grapes
I can see the littlest purple lumps
I can smell the secluded grapevine
I can feel the joy of popping the little blobs into my mouth
I can taste the sweetness of the crunchy flesh
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
How You Say It
I am old enough to say ‘No’
I am young enough to say ‘Fuck, I ain’t doing this shit.’
Free
I wish I was a free person.
I wish I had no reservations.
I wish I could do anything I want.
And hide myself no more.
A Snowman
I wish I was a snowman.
I wish I had sun hovering
above.
I wish I could melt
quietly.
Leaving no trace of my superficial presence
Gloomy Day
It’s
dark out there
Clouds-a-swirling
Winds-a-twirling
Suns-a-hiding
But
it’s okay
Inside
this house
We’re
safe
Hidden
Warm
You
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