VOX Teen Poetry: “Why?”
December 7, 2022
As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the
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As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the
I named him sky, the golden boy Skin bright, beams bouncing off my hippocampus cold-hearted and hot-headed So high my
managing my cold sweats and nightmares is quite a task By quite a task I mean extremely difficult, seemingly impossible,
This is a disappearing act. It is strange how phone calls sound like alarms How alarms ring of tornado warnings
Most days I feel nothing. You can’t imagine how hard it is to get free when the shackles are your
y’all think God would take me to heaven tonight? and keep me safe for a week? and then let me
I feel like that box cutter has legs It moved from pocket to nightstand yesterday I’ll take it back to
If my math is correct then if I write a thousand poems in my head the moment I think about
ain’t no music in the grave but the rattlin of bones the resonance of moans the silence. ain’t no films
I walk into the place that I used to call home Embracing my mother for the first time in forever
