Poems from NykearrAlleasse
My grandmother is justice, mercy, and wrath all at once. She is roaming warden and weeping raincloud and caressing hand. And gaping abyss...
The topic is my American Dream. And even though the flag of this great country is bedecked in red, white, and blue all I can see is...
There I sat. Writing a poem to get into the poetry slam for free. Not a jingle in my pockets, my resources depleted, things were looking...