Satira

It snowed two days ago where i lived and I wrote this in my mind and am now writing it here . A little Emily Dickinson-esque.

A little poem about a hermit. crab.

a VERY short poem I thought of as I was standing outside of my school, waiting to be let in.

I got fingerless gloves for christmas. They've come too late.(thank god)

A very lonely and pathetic poem that totally hope you read. :)

just a thought. we're not birds, we're just dead leaves.

something I'm constantly mind-blown by. Just kind of rambling.

Sort of a meandering poem. Please read it?