air? salty
door? rusty
lost? in the memory
changing? for the better
wanting? was enough
plans? cancelled
meeting? behind the mall
you? never mine
living? for the hope of it all
One of my friends professors asked him to stay after his Materials class so that he could explain why women shouldn't be in school and getting educated and how god would never have wanted that. He used rubber, copper, and like plastic as an analogy
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now: https://t.co/PzuwWnatO7