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...