You say pain has waylaid, robbed and injured you, With malicious vigor; left you broken and despairing. That it has taken your joy, damaged your
I want to hear it. A hum, a lyric. Something small enough that I don’t have to chase. As I stand here, petals blow toward
You saw me crying but couldn’t stop. It’s okay, you won’t hurt me, you always said. We struggled, as I tried to get you off
1:30 a.m. It’s dark and quiet. I’m stressed and lonely. There’s no one by my side, And the absence feels devastating. 2:00 a.m. I feel
She is ten, already suspicious of answers They say poverty, a word sounding like weather Like something that simply passes But her parents did not
It’s not daily that you get nostalgic when a random occurrence triggers your childhood memories. It could be a favorite meal that your mom prepared
I should have worked harder in school, Done my assignments on time, Read more books and literature, Raised my hand more in class, Maybe then,
Loosening up involves being grateful for every little thing life has to offer, viewing life through a positive lens, and setting oneself loose to engage
As the day passes by, I watch the fruits you bore into this world, Turn sour in your hands. Everyday, I watch the gemstones in
Truthfully, I have been lying to myself every day, Ever since the day I knew what lying was. I am not anything special, I will