Poems from Chubacabra
I know of a man who hunts his prey, silently. He wants to steal your dignity. Strip it from you like he owns it. Like he owns you. He knows...
Like a baby, my first steps are difficult.
I fall countless times.
There are bruises and wounds to remember the struggle.
And like a baby,...
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.
The first time I heard this, I didn’t know what to think of it.
I...
They say that time heals all wounds.
But what if the pain
Never subsides,
And the bleeding never stops?
And the scars that people wish they...
The words hang heavy
Heavy
Like rain clouds.
A lot like rain clouds.
Saying them
lifts a weight off you.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
Like...