Poems from cook53
the trees howl and birds sing songs
cold air and stiff wind cuts into my tired state ripping me slowly into reality with each wave
the...
shine bright little light
the echos of misfortune are no match for your glorius song
in the midst of the despair of those you love you...
I found my place
the place where I remember everything I want to forget
trapped with myself
there is hatred and greif as I find myself...
The way a spark can create a fire burning bright so too can it be snuffed out with swift vengence
The world is a cruel mistress with no...
Some nights I dream
Some days I eat junk food
Some weeks I try something new
Some months I look for a job
Some years I wonder who I am...