Poems from misterrazo
I do not know what she is to me.
I cannot say how I feel.
She’s like a pebble stuck in the back of my mind.
How can I tell her how I feel...
He has been walking along this blinding, stony path for quite some time.
The sun strains his eyes, and the stones hurt his feet.
Every so...
The lonely have a lot of love to give, but no one to give it too.
The heartaches stem not only from loneliness, but because the soul is...
The brain is a collection of thoughts.
Gained from others or crafted on our own.
My mind is a mess of words and ideas.
As my sporadic...
Dr. King, he has passed,
But his dream lives on still.
He knew that color should be ignored.
One day soon, hopefully we all will.
We have a...