Poems from dizzydj
A glass ballerina
Sits on the ground. Her
Arms form a loop
Above her head. Her face
Is raised towards the sky,
Watching the world above....
They hiss,
They scream,
Sometimes lower
Than a whisper,
Other times louder than
A foghorn.
Since childhood they
Have haunted his
Mind.
They...
An average poet
Writes as a form of
Self-expression.
I am
Forced
To write.
The words and thoughts,
Emotions and feelings,
Build up within...