Poems from Is-ela

What you don’t see   You see a pair of earrings. Small and silver with black beady eyes, blinking slowly in the sunlight. I see the...
Pouding, pouding, pounding away The remains of a once loved city Crumbling away under them They don't even see Eyes hopeful enough to...
You've probably heard that I am more than just me That I can control the elements and fly  I am the queen that will change a dystopia into...