Hums of Grey by Anonymous
the rain so faint drumming, dripping down, and humming low murmurs perfumed air humming, to the sky so bare grey comfort grey despair...
the rain so faint drumming, dripping down, and humming low murmurs perfumed air humming, to the sky so bare grey comfort grey despair...
From all sides of the story, From the lies to the truth, In your grief and glory, I will listen to you. To those who quake, who twist,...
I begged for a dog until it leaped up to my head Greeting this newborn beast, I would say goodbye to my floors. He jumped around the...
Your smile bridges the gap between us You are the love you are looking for You shine with the brightest light I have ever seen ...
No one appreciates the bathroom floor enough. You walk in the small tiled room and get an upfront greeting with white appliances that...
THE STARS, SUNS OF THE INFINITE If the stars appear motionless to us, it is because they are so remote, their secular movements...
I didn’t know how you could tell, That I was hiding under my shell. Your hand and a smile, For all the worth while, I desperately love...
A bench; black swirly arm rests, long wooden braces holding up a man and his chess set. His name is Jason. He went to the park to play,...
Small puffs of fog dispersed moments after each breath. But they stayed in the chilly air long enough for the small squirrel to be...
A ton of people we knew only pretty well were at Mom’s funeral, so all it was was that age-old awkward interaction of “Oh! The last time...
Sayings Betray the Salt A tipped over salt cellar An indication A warning An answer to the calls they didn’t pick up A cry for the loud...
Authority He’s smirking throughout all of his sentences; unlatching car doors, strewing glove box papers. Wet naps get thrown on sizzling...
Soft pink like primroses. My mother smelled of primroses, she named her daughter after the flower she smelled of. Primrose, a name for...
Stereotype after stereotype fill my brain, I can’t escape them because society is full like a train. I want to know my worth, but for me,...
Poem Inspired by The Florida Project (2017) The eyes of a little girl, are naturally saturated Our dark, gloomy world, perceived brighter...
We are Bright red noses That match our flushed faces That glow as we trip And stumble through each day We are Bright red hairs As damaged...