Hey, guess what?
I have a secret...
I absolutely adore the way
I can never look up
From my average feet.
It's absolutely hilarious
When I try to speak;
Nobody hears me.
I love feeling like a
Blade of grass in a field of
Beautiful, Bountiful, Beckoning fowers.
It's not like I'm lost
Or anything silly like that.
Keeping my mouth shut
Is what I do best.
It's not that difficult to force
My body out of its cave
And into a place full of
Demise, regret and remorse.
...that's my secret.
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing
PuisiThroughout the semester that I'm in my Creative Writing class, I decided that I want to post my work here. I'll be posting them in the order that we do them, so they'll be a lot of poems in the beginning, but it'll switch to short stories soon. Be a...
