Some words should be written
with a black crayon on a black wall
To live only in the shadows of mind
Never to be read by anyone else
Today, I am writing on the wall
with the orange crayon in my hand
to display myself and to share a bit
All the words fall into here slowly
Like the mother rain pouring from
her throne over the children playing
Some words should only be written
With an orange crayon upon black walls.
How Do I Feel You
There was a poem with
How do I love you?
Let me count the ways.
And that was that,
And this is this.
My poem breathes with