Poems from mbarron0121

My voice is a fire.   It holds the power   to burn down every house in sight   every building, every door,   entire towns   and in its path...
A chaotic storm-the most dangerous whirlwind,I devastate everything in my path, leave no stone unturned.and then it is morning-and everyone...
I am: a reader, a writer, an observer, a dreamer, a life-liver.   I am: not defined by numbers nor by words others speak of me, but instead...
The wind blows with no purpose. It feels nice, and makes the day more bearable. Although it seems to blow hard, Although it moves my...