Halo of Life
My existence in a hollow core values seething the gear tastes like salt water pool table and chairs for your hand. Take me off for a half did not receive any such nails straight in my coffin. Boards down the sewers grime low level life never seems like the cols.
Open pages of my heart is a loyal type of friend. I grew up in filters and filth. Smothered my head in the pillows to get the hell out of the day but I wasn’t alone. You were there to hold me back into my back. Come hither Green Piston ring you when I wake up.
Categories:
cols, assonance, august, beautiful, best
Form: Free verse
had to get out
no doudt
weather was bad
to some it was sad
stay in drives me mad
to my self i talk
it was a
COLS WEATHER WALK
Categories:
cols, adventure, feelings,
Form: Prose Poetry