Poems from SPAContreras_
The burning flail of debris hints to the undertake of the bed,
it screams at my village and is said to burst.
The same fear we share has...
Change is constant,
but not for the world.
Society deems action for history
Mind and body forget you,
recoiling us with injury....
Once a wall of soil
a bright sun supposably kept it warm.
But darkness of a vancant,
ruthless and cold made her growth hurt.
Lone
The...
The irony isn't so subtle,
For millions of milleniums,
comes the strive to shovel leftover ideas,
yet in some way create what a...
Here I am, wondering what I shall portray,
what if I have the mind to speak yet hasn't the leverage to say?
It has come down to the...