Poems from oleadams

Tears Full of Words
I cry when I don’t write because I am unable to speak. Writing is probably the only way that you will ever know what I think.  I cringe at...
Alone in the Dark
Puffy eyes; sleep deprived. She sits and cries; up all night. Her dreams have become a reality, but that’s not a good thing. Imagine being...
I Am Not Singing
I am from ditches and crowded streets,candy paint and BBQ meat,trail rides and live scenes. I am from Judy Bloom books and Bibles,...
Fire
A penchant burns inside.Temptation eats at her mind.The what ifs and whys sit on the rim of her lips.Memories serve as the confidence...
Where?
She closes her eyes and sees nothing.She opens her eyes and feels nothing.Her thoughts are as dark as her heart.Not even in the day can...