Poems from colleenheath
I am the girl in the back of the room the one that her own class doesn't know the name of. I am the girl who's too afraid to speakbut is...
walk in a straight line
don't look back
just keep on marching
you're never going back
they tell you you're on your way
to where you don't...
She graced the room with her smile,
he made everyone silent with his stone gaze.
She tried to find his smile,
he just rolled his eyes,...
I have more on my plate than I can eat.
A salad of papers that need finishing
with a light dressing of book work to complete.
A bowl...
Fire
Anger is the brutal hand
that tears them apart.
Anger is the ink splattered paper
that writes them out of the story.
WindLove is...