i hate these poems

Across the blue maze, a poem uttered; it's like i'm sleepwalking.

holland    i think i have outgrown this battlefield

“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.” E. Y. Harburg

here and now    unparalleled pathos. redefining the embodiment of my self and mind. my writing is the only thing i cling to. reminder: these poems are my property. …

California   

ontario, canada    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! © chey clause

USA    it happens to be i am still learning

You've either got one more chance to die or to kiss the sky. Your choice.

24/F/chicago.    hold this peach.

I'm a beginner also a sinner I've lied then died

still here, but, not still

Phoenix, AZ    stuttering over my steps with continuous commentary

pine trees, city lights, & angels

F/Miami    trying this creative journey again. join me

my sun is my streetlight and my heart is the moon

Toronto    If writing be a reflection of our souls, then I present you mine in its entirety: tainted and mangled. † Twitter: @yours_et_cetera