Poems

Pieces

A broken shell

Lies in the sand

A thousand feet pass by it

A million waves crash around it

The sun beats down upon it

It waits patiently for something

But no one wants

A disconnected piece

A reminder of the past

And still it lies

Images

Wanting something more

A wanton pleasure waiting,

Weathering every storm

Together.

Tomorrow waits for no one

As a team, we trade and transcend.

Pleasure pacifies people.

As we pretend to be