Poems from LasPalabras
"I want to see blood!"
"I want to see hate!"
"I want to see pain written on your face!"
That is what I hear when a person chooses to watch...
It was on their clothes
In the buzzing noise they made as they gathered together
In the words they spoke
In the ambitions they had.
It was...
I. Was. That. Kid.
The one labled alone. Quiet.
Easy to get, but never understood.
i was THAT kid.
Swarmed with words seeped in hatred.
i...
"Maybe if I stop calling myself a writer I'll become one."
She was the kind of girl guys fell in love with.
Sitting there, gazing at her...
There are some events in life that leave you hollow.
That take every piece of you until there's nothing left.
It swallows you, and as you...