Poems from SBrown24
He hands me scraps of notebook paper.
Wih words looming on it,
in a concise manner,
his thoughts chaotic
He grins at me,
looking for an...
The thought of freedom
Weighing him down
Pointless suffering
was evil’s hour
“We must face it.”
This philosophy of hate and force
...
A small detail of a person
Just a genetic-a factor;
not their pesonaity,
not their anger,
not their smile,
but something they can't change...
I watch my sorrows as they bleed
Through the history of need
We took a chance,a chance did we?
And now we still haven't won.
So now our...
That mangy mutt.Who likes to win trust.But ends up stabbing you in the back.The one who ends up lacking.She fills you with promises.Which...