Poems from AlanaThomas19

The Puppeteer
The puppeteer's hands begin to falter, As the strings that held together Your perfect composure Slowly begin to snap. Each string,...
No Name
To this day.We have ingrained in our mindsthat sticks and stonesare merely objects that willbreak our bones.And yes, while sticks and...
Today
Today I sit in the front.   I’m determined. To listen, To learn, To focus.   But all I see, Is nothingness. A white board, Without a mark...
To Be Loved
It's a simple little thing, But without explanation The hardest thing we find to do.   We crave it with such immensity  That the first...
You? Me? Society?
I am a nice ass, A sweet face, A little too passive.   I am a dream, A desire to be tamed, A little too aggressive.   I am defined By the...