Poems from MParks015
Words, these wonderful things used at a means of expressing what one is feeling.
When a human is born they feel emotions without words....
I am myself,
as much as I am able.
Because,
how are we supposed to know what we may have become,
without culture and society saying,
do...
The singing of a bell,
is what starts my day,
I finally wake up and let my mind at play.
Algebra smiles up at me,
followed by chemistry...
All we've wanted,
is to be ourselves.
BUT
In the beginning,
there you are.
And all you know is to watch,
and to copy.
When we are...
With a dying breath,
this dear, pathetic, spurious
Woman,
called out to imaginery.
She and I were alone you see,
for everyone else
has...