Poems from Freebird986
Writing is a passion that I harbor in a bottle too often. It's hard for me to express my words out in the open with out stuttering, or losing what I want to say. For me, poems capture what the heart can't say out loud. Poetry helps those thoughts become heard and I am more than willing to hear others as well.
My masked that's concealed by my yearning hands
That shine through the narrow cracks of my fingers
What is that bright light on the other...
Her fingers and spark
was such finesse
No one really knew
how to love it/
People tried to hold her
but every time
flinched from such...
Her eyes wander in utter forlorn
Wandering across the ink that adorns her face in blotched stains of red
Crying rivers of disgust as her...
I was strange/
Books and papers were my pleasure/
Unlike the kids who wanted treasure that one could not afford/
The shelves overflowed...
When I was a kid
I was shy/
I only made myself acquainted with the tools in the shed instead of friends
Because in the end
I would trade...