There's a guy in school who doesn't talk too much. When he does, the words from his mouth are gentle like a calm ocean, important like an urgent call, and beautiful like the bursting orangey sunset in the horizon. He rarely smiles but when he does, it's the opposite of all something poignant and disarrayed. He doesn't give me butterflies in my stomach, or make my knees go weak, or make my heart pounds. But instead, he's the calm after the storm; he steadies me. He's the foe of my world's entropy.
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Dark and Beautiful
Thơ caSometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
