i sense something
of another world here,
and we've labeled it
as if it hasn't changed,
as if it's an everyday
object, as if it's only
a toaster and there's
nothing odd about it
but it has morphed into
an unrecognizable being
with six heads and six
smiles that set the
galaxies alight
and i'm
making friends
with the fire
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
