Poems from CH
Stop telling me what to do.
Stop telling me to share,
to be generous,
when it’s all I’ve done,
in this short life of mine.
Let me be...
If this is what I feel,
this wonderful pride,
when I produce something so insignificant,
I can only imagine,
what celebrities and famous...
Graphite smears dull gray on the sharp white paper,
Ink stains deep black,
Tears wet desperate clear,
blood drips tragically crimson,
and...
Is it wrong?
Am I wrong?
They tell me I'm wrong,
my brain is all wrong,
my heart beats all wrong,
for the people also in the wrong.
They...
What came first,
the chicken or the egg?
My friends debate,
and I ponder.
This question is more powerful,
than it seems.
It is a means to...