Poems from Harringtonarticia7@gmail.com
Hello?
Are you free to talk to me or is it another day that my phone doesn't ring?
Can you understand that I miss you dearly and the very...
A term we use when we ought to be heard. Yeah we've been slaves, but haven't you observed the way we treat other's of the same skin color?...
Kisses and hugs feel warm against my cold exterior.
What is love if that isn't it?
A tyrant act ritual we converse in everyday, just to...
Bully me and you'll see exactly how bullies don't last in my world.
Bullies only exsist because of their insecurities.
Bully me and you'll...
Plucked right from the roots of the earth.
Sowed seeds of "perfection" into the dirt.
Call that pretty, but I call that pity.
Why is it...