KatTrain

I have never tried this style of poetry. I'm usually quite the rhymer. This is about my grandmother.Rip me to shreds, please. A pile of bones is talking to me,blinking.Intelligence ...

Lichens fly in shades of blue,out the nest and over you.Sunshine sculpts and feeds their young,you try to shout, they coat your tongue.Parasitic and taking your skin,cold, translucent, paper thin.You ...

It's not the street i usually go on,i always turn rightbut there was something about rue 147that drew me in that night.Perhaps it was the flickering streetlamps,casting shadows true,which hid ...

Ugly,a girl walks by.Long nose sloping far south like it'ssearching for a way out.But she smiles as if the world is-good.And people like me aren't so-"thoughtful".Which is I leave.(flawed thoughts ...