Category: Poets Corner

Why is it that we don’t really love ourselves but we say that we LOVE OTHERS? Why is it that

Teenage life is just one challenge at times misunderstood like gaining our knowledge and doing what I could Attending school

An empty page stares And find its reflection in my soul A page, like the palm of my hand Waits

I’ll spin a different tale Many may disagree, But as we begin September, I say, Happy New Year to me!

The time it takes to laugh at loss Could’ve been the time you took to help The time you took

I hope you don’t find me where I am And if you find me I hope you never catch up

A rapid and raging exchange A war of fury and anger Never to be appeased Never to be fixed The

I want to ask why? Why am I the last thing on your mind before you sleep and the first

In your smile I see the sun My favorite flower in full bloom So pretty must be your smile That lights

Your brutal blows leave artwork on my skin, Blue and black patches Blood red scratches,long and thin Abstract art where