Caleb Wechsler 12y ago tornado sirens call on shrieking windsalarms and gales whistling through empty streets respondleaves and dust risemore…
Montana Svoboda 12y ago A Man So Free One day I'll hate myself enoughTo actually live my lifeWhere all my habits are self destructivemore…
Montana Svoboda 12y ago A Use For Things The door creaks openIt's blue paint nowA moldy turquoise more…
Montana Svoboda 12y ago Sand Castle Cigar Ski Hill Your fingers still smell likeThe blueberry cigar you smokedBefore you kissed me at the bottommore…
Montana Svoboda 12y ago To Kill A Deer and Something More I was maybeThirteen or a year olderThis was a year or two beforemore…
Montana Svoboda 12y ago A Morning On East Lake, Upper Michgan It's 4:30 or maybe 5 in the morning On an early summer day The air smells of Jack Pine and Oak; more…
PoemBrew 12y ago If by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,more…
PoemBrew 12y ago An Old Man's Winter Night by Robert Frost All out of doors looked darkly in at himThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.more…
