10 Minute Poetry: “Sink”
And what about the red
That come from my hands? Continue reading 10 Minute Poetry: “Sink”
And what about the red
That come from my hands? Continue reading 10 Minute Poetry: “Sink”
In a moment of crisis, I do speak
To reflections of myself I do seek,
I look her in the eyes and say
“Take that globe and shake away” Continue reading 10 Minute Poetry: “Snow Globe”
“I drink from a broken glass,
As people quench their violent thirst,
Await alone in a deepened corner, for there is no more a bitter taste,
A taste for life and smiles of warmth,
Ones that don’t seem fake to the surface,” Continue reading 10 Minute Poetry: “Dirty Water”