Poems from Jason95
I always thought living in the west meant I lived in a bubble. That my world was one free from ongoing civil conflict, Free from brother...
They say that black is always dark,
But the liquid that flows from my pen is black as the midnight sky.
Yet it is the only torch in the...
On a cold January morning
I ran through your front door
Expecting your joyful presence.
But instead,
I heard a murmur of an unfamiliar...
The minute I walked into those hospital hallways of middle school
I knew I had been lied to.
The once blissfull saying of:
“You can be...
You think it’s funny
Calling that kid a faggot
You tell yourself it’s okay because he laughs along and shrugs it off as if this is no big...