Poems from Bryanne Minnella
If I could change anything, anything at all
I'd think to build myself big and tall,
But then I'd think maybe
I'll do something crazy
By...
With the death of day, the night is born
Just as one door closes, another opens
One has to fall for me to climb the ladder of success
We...
“Why do people lie?” the young girl said
Fore lies formed a tizzy in her little head
I pondered why truth
More common in youth
Would fall...
Only Human : Sonnet #8
His eyes intoxicate my heart strung corpse
Inebriate each bone; feed my ticker
Oh, tickled fancy ne’er run dry,...
Nature’s Wrist : Sonnet #7
Death’s the only truth in my existence
What lies besmear the dead man's final word?
Heaven's mules may not...