I listened (Nirvana)
To rest on the shores of Nirvana
You must freeze your flow
Cut connections to the current
And sift through your skin
Because buried in you
Is the desire to drown,
It’s better if you stab your eyes
To prepare for never-ending night
And if you opt for vision
Don’t confuse sheets of ice
For a sky you once romanticized
This was your plan for me
And because I loved you,
I listened
Blizzard
Most of my life
I have been told
Specters can’t be spotted
In snowstorms
Nor can rivers contribute
To the world’s wellspring
With solidified streams
But despite popular belief
Even an orb
Contributes to a blizzard
Carson Sandell is a twenty-one-old gay and demisexual poet from San Jose, CA. Currently, he’s a student at Mission College Santa Clara with dreams of becoming a Creative Writing professor. Beyond school and poetry, he is an article writer for The Walled City Journal.
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