Poems from CharlyJoy
The see through blind fold
Covers your eyes
Like a fog
But it’s white
So you still see the lines
No harm done
No swift blows
Of that...
There are many kinds of rebellion.
Rebellion to make a statement,
rebellion to make a change,
rebellion to simply not conform.
Well, I don...
Wide horizons made small and close,
reachable and possible,
but hardly tangible.
Grasps of reality blurred, in dreams
and...
What makes a hero?
A cape and a suit, or a flimsy mask hiding his eyes?
Sometimes, he's a little more worse for wear
than what he seems,...
To that thought at the tip of my tongue,
this page in the grip of an anxious hand,
To the words at the end of this chapter,
where the...