I feel like this is sort of cheating for NaPoWriMo because this is a poem I wrote before, just slightly reworked for my poetry class. I’m not sure that I like the revision. If you want to see the original version, you can check it out here. Enjoy! Lucifer sits...
Lucifer sits beside me with one blue-jeaned knee pulled up to his chest and one lanky leg draped over the dock: “but isn’t pain sort of beautiful, in its own way?”his hair’s the kind of blonde thatholds the sunlight and his eyesare speckled...
The faces moving through the hall stare at the sculptures of countenances hung frozen on the wall. One examines their expressions—he can see that what is in their minds lies uncompromised in what would be their eyes. The same cannot be said for the others with...
