Poems from daughterofBelial
Few things ca cut you without a blade or sharp edge,
Like paper or grass
-Well maybe not grass, since they are called blades of-
But the...
Only after the storm does it feel new,
The air charged with lightning,
Echoing with touch of thunder,
Ground nourished and glistening.
Only...
On the edge I sit, I think,Of all there is to hold.Why I havent yetAnd the future yet untold.On the edge I watch and wait,Making that...
A simple trip to the grocery store,
Take a friend to keep you on track.
Together you go through the list,
Getting just a few things extra....
A notebook clenched tight to her chest,
She fills it with rivers red,
Against the crowd she seems to flow,
A teenage girl whom none know...