Poems from T. Sam Clark

A high-school student that loves poetry, loves to write songs and recite them. I follow Jesus, everybody else is secondary.
Fright Night
It's a gift, man.I don't think you get the jist, man.Jesus make an atmosphere shift, man.The nails, son, spread His arms. Wingspan....
Fright Night
It's a gift, man.I don't think you get the jist, man.Jesus make an atmosphere shift, man.The nails, son, spread His arms. Wingspan....
Doubts
Soul, soul, soul, soulDismiss my questions, pass it.Relationship's been passive.Black holes, these rabbits massive.I deal myself this...
Doubts
Soul, soul, soul, soulDismiss my questions, pass it.Relationship's been passive.Black holes, these rabbits massive.I deal myself this...