Poems from XofLenia

The scream filled his  Heart first Then crept up his spine And throat, where it lodged In place. No sound came  From his  Parted lips. No...
deep in darkness, paper-thin is red-green winter glass buried beneath old memories that breathe of love and light.  it smells of life still...
I memorized it for the test and spat back the answers scribble, cross-out, scribble, done the useless facts have been turned in I get it...
red flows through-- giving life as it thunders-- strong under new skin-- so alive fighting a battle-- just begun that no one can see-- it's...
poetry is the wind that carries me away to a land of dreams the laughter that bubbles up inside me like soap in water the fire that burns...

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