Poems from RSL123
Feel the shine of the lights.
Feel the beating of the lights.
Look out at the audience.
Look out into the crowd.
Remember your lines....
A warm sensation.
Sustains all life forms with ease.
The sun's light embrace.
In August,
Bumbling bees buzz in the sweet breeze.
In August,
Creamy creamsickles trickle down smiling chins.
In August,
Daisys blossom in...
Concave white sand prints.
Time to enter the great blue.
Emerald hatchlings scurry.
Dear High school,
I have a couple of questions for you, I hope they don’t seem rash.
I’ll try to get them over with. Don't worry I’ll be...