(2015)
It is time, my sisters, time to gr… You are in the ninth grade. A compromise is what we need to co… Though a compromise shouldn’t have… I am no longer mad but still do I…
Would you like me to write a poem… A poem about what is wrong? He is back and back with a vengean… A bloodcurdling anger has fueled. He visits me every day
I feel a way I have never felt be… More passionate and loving than th… I am content with who I am with y… I am shadowed from my past. You comfort me when I need none
Step after step I march forward. Eyes wandering the icy horizon. As I search for answers to what i… I only hope to keep fighting. Hard work and dedication has gotte…
Silence, As I walk this lonely road. Silence, Unable to find my strengths. Silence,
I don’t believe in love anymore Because love played me like a fool… I don’t know what to make of thing… This act that was true but cruel. I don’t believe in love anymore
The leaves fall to the floor In shades of yellow and orange. A crisp winter breeze The distinct smell of fall. I turn to my left
Things have never felt so right be… Sitting here in the front seat of… Watching your beautiful green eyes… Wrapping my frozen fingers up in y… Embracing in a blissful, calming k…
How is it that our prisoners Are better cared for than our home… How come expressing yourself Makes you weird or a freak? How come I can’t tell you you’re…
Dear Mr. Cowboy I ask you a ques… Will you be here for me when I ne… Will you hold my hand on my last b… Will you kiss my lips and whisper… Dear Mr. Cowboy I hope you know…
centerI feel a sullen breathing on… I turn and face my attacker feelin… Until I see his face... No, not you, not you again... You associate with my worst nightm…
Reliving the pain I had once felt It has brought me to a thought in… How do I ensure that he will be o… If there is a day when I must go… I don’t know what to do
Over head the moon shines a heaven… Below the sea howls a gruesome sou… The in between is where I resign… A place I may never be found The stars fly by, one by one,
Most normal people can dream good… I guess that makes me abnormal. For I haven’t dreamt a good dream… Left to question my own moral. When it starts out good it falls a…
A sullen voice whispers A hint of whiskey coats your breat… “Come to me,” you cry. “Make me forget what has come...” Death tickles the tips of our toes