Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
unnamed Jun 10
I am shy and quiet
writing is my speaking voice
it gives me my say.
unnamed Jun 10
young with shaken faith
wanting death to set me free
god had plans for me.
unnamed Jun 10
forgive and forget
sometimes not easy to do
I'm not built like god.
unnamed Jun 10
sleep , so elusive
the night filled with endless thoughts
twisted lullabies.
unnamed Jun 10
When society ,
says you're wrong about your rights
Question their answers.
unnamed Jun 10
poets are wounded
they feel with both heart and mind
they've lived tragedy.
unnamed Jun 10
always poor as dirt
learned that I didn't need much
just to need myself
Next page