a lot of life knows only to envenom past its own means of end
By Carter Kindley2 days ago in Poets
It was a new drive. A drive where it all sank in, and it all sank in.
By Carter Kindley2 months ago in Poets
The bell goes off, as I walk through the hall - I had to stop, and see the people moving around, this fall. As they move about their lives, and wisp through the hall
Her memory is alive inside me, and this Is what gives me warmth.
His head is heavy, as he bows it before us. He stands before us.
The house is cold now since she passed away, but I write haiku's to warm.
Villanelle of Regret Solid pitch black, but right now she’s here with you. This cup of heart; it is what she has adorned.
By Carter Kindley3 months ago in Poets
