Poems from angelicad
5 am in June
There is something romantic
About 5 am
In June
The night is not over
But it is not quite
Day
The sun
Is trying to wake up
As...
Skinny psycho
they call me
but they dont know
I'm falling
With all I have to show
They say I'm too thin
I'm losing too many...
At age 4
I wrote my first name
In a red crayon
It made my mom and dad really proud
And they gave me a big hug
At age 6
I wrote a...
I
Might as well
Have walked
A thousand miles
Or more
Searching
For something
So unattainable
It could only come
In my dreams
My world
can be a sad place
Full of suffering
and pain.
My world
is full of injustice
and for some
there is no light.
My world
needs a...