Poems from audra_paletta
Silence; that’s what I’ve heard most of my life. Nothing. All my life, I’ve been surrounded by machinery. All my life, I’ve had to sit at...
I was taught that being different is great, and I was told that 7th grade was going to be a really great year -- boy, were they wrong!...
Slipping through my fingers
The tiny grains of life
A they slowly fall to my feet like a thundering rain
Hearing the cries of those in...
Who am I?
Who am I really?
Am I a blessing or a curse?
Am I someone you want to be around?
My hopes and dreams are full...
But they seem...
Sorrow visits me on a cold, winter nightWhen snow falls down from the skySadness trails on a harsh, rainy dayWhen the Earth along with me...