Poems from NeilaRosales
Picture Frame
A limited view,
Of cold cement and dead trees.
Pale gray bricks add gloom.
Hidden deep in the forest, there lays a lake.
A place to forget sorrow, get rid of an ache.
Its exact location shall remain unknown...
Window to the Past
Split, Splat, Pitter, Pat
Behind the window, I see the rain,
I am distant, I feel no pain.
Its better this way, I...
I am tired of this façade
Men shouldn't have to treat the opposite sex with disrespect in order to retain their masculinity.
Girls...
The anger is like acid in my throat,
It’s burning through my veins, wrapping my heart
Your smirk plays on your lips as you gloat
I can’t...