A Good Little Girl in a Big Bad World
Poem Like the echoes of a crumpled sketch I threw into a tin waste basket the beats of my heart continue. It is empty except for the ripped, wrinkled, discarded outlines of the...
Tagged: idealism
Indecision Den
Introspective Poem Here I am again Thinking yes, saying no Staying here Wanting to go Stuck. Again. In this indecision den Stuck in fear of possible growth and change and expanding my range...
Hope is a Dangerous Beast
Poem Everything looks gigantically for your sake little man freedom does that to you how long till you can see it all you ask the sunrise brings it all empty homes broken doors...
