Poems from KateLoves2Write

Make-me-up.
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and...
To Be A Journalist
To write each night and day, Sleep, eat, breathe the words. And have someone read Every syllable I could think to say.   I wouldn't fear...
Each Mountain Climbed
Tock, tock, Tick, tick, What's inside me to make me click?   Is it my smile? Is it my tears? I think it's all I've learned throughout the...