Poems from Voncheogburn
My house on somedays is a breath of fresh air filling my lungs reminding me of how blessed I am my house on somedays is an art studio...
I can hear my ancestors heart beat in the cracks of the streets Every hym hum whip lashed fire hosed dog released can you hear the...
lie your so casual, how you dance around in my mind finally tripping out my mouth like broken melody's
like shattered vowels cutting...
Someone told me that when ever they look at my pictures they see a pretty and elegant
sweet and kind girl like a sweet smell in a breeze...
Poem for PI
keep me laughing
while fighting for your breath
smiling making sure my spirits are up
even though your hurting
self-less in...