Poems from Skyler Stone
Days in, days out, Drifting on.Yesterday becoming todayToday becoming tomorrowAll waitingOn something.And yet,There is nothing.Just a...
What is poetrySome may askAnd I would replyIt is the feelingOf the rhythmOf the wordsOf a soulIt is the...
AttackedAssaultedAccostedHe stumblesBegins to fallClutches The metal railingIn hopes Of survivalAnother punchAnother kickAnother strikeHe...
l. Prince
He looks intently in the shard of glass,taking note of his handsome, well formed face.He straightens, head erect, acting his...
It is there:a cold night, a clear memory, never to be erased.The images seen again;repeats, pauses, plays,but never ceases.The emotions...