Poems from deepest.darkest.red
I like to think I am very creative, but it is a fact that I am odd. I have moved around a lot, but am from the south. I love a good book and am glued to poetry (particularly early American, Russian, and British). I am also a (amateur) novelist who strives to one day be published.
My spoken word count is low.
My thoughts are unmeasured.
With the words I haven't spoken,
it scares me to think they will never be heard....
The issues hidden behind his eyes
Are those you can't afford to know.
These probelms take hold of her
And now they know her scent.
The...
When I am able,
I speak my mind.
But mostly,
I am silent.
Their Judgment will be final
so I stay away.
Only to find thier eyes
back on me...
He stands by the board
Small and fraile
For some strange reason
He keeps on through the viel
He mumbles his lectures
He stumbles upon...
As she walks through to doorway
She feels like she's alone
There's no one there for her
All she wants is to go home.
Not like it's any...