Poems from ChicaleseJ
Ever since I was a child,I’ve hated thunderstorms.The flash of light,the precursor to the beast’s cryalways made me anxious,a waiting game...
Restless Are the Children
Restless are the childrenwho wake from their sleep,Rubbing their eyelidsand dragging their feet.Hallow are their...
Thoughts open their wings to flightAnd scatter in the breezeSoft, deft feelings they ignite.
Simple words on paper can make darkness...