Kristin Schanbacher Poems

Driving me down,
the rain starts to pound
gathering round
in pools on the ground
...

acid soaked,
electric smoke
heavy air-
enough to choke
...

smoother still
another thrill
enough to fill my thoughts until
Im swept inside
...

swirling-
some kind of spatial
sensation
swooning
...

comfort

another cup of tea
a pleasant sort of dream
...

winter, morning
glistening sunrise
sleeping, softly
whispering soft sighs
...

Something told me
I told you
yesterday
I wrote a song
...

sparkling-
a simplistic
celebration
observation
...

spinning around
I'm on the ground
I get back up
when I hear the sound
...

floating down a stream of conscious
drifting past the old embrace
wishing it could be so easy,
knowing no one wins this race
...