Poems from AllyDudley
Some days you are a puddle
barely rippling
in the steady breeze,
broken on the edges
where cracks took you away.
These times you will feel...
America made me,
half believing in my dreams
half knowing I would have to fight for my life
battling the words meant to kill me,
giants...
A friend asked me how to be a writer.I wanted to say,lock yourself in a room,scream until you have a poem and no voice.Open your veins and...
I write because
if I didn’t
you’d find me dead with
a pen by my side.
I try to break free
from the bones that control me,
but the only...
I have made sense of the calls from Death at midnight, My hands no longer shake as I answer. We sing poetry across the globe and wait for...