Poems:
I'm tired,
pale,
deep,
and empty.
I nod.
I shrug.
I shake my head.
I want to tell him.
But I can't. I just can't.
I'm tired,
pale,
deep,
and empty.
I nod.
I shrug.
I shake my head.
I want to tell him.
But I can't. I just can't.
Blackout Poetry 2
More by Geri
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I think my parents deserve to be happy.
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
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Providence
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
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Strangers
Strangers
are the closest companions.
You take a shot
and I let it go.
You say I’m pretty
and I let it go.
Comments
Where is the 'But I can't. I just can't.'? It might have gotten cropped out.
Unfortunately I couldn't fit everything in the picture so that part got cut out.
well it's really good otherwise 🙂
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