Poems from Rachel_Lynn_Thompson
So many voices
chattering their teeth,
spreading lies and deceit
wherever they please.
So many voices—
when will they stop?
for I cannot...
A boy born to be king,
who became a nameless hero.
A boy with visions and headaches,
who was said to be a freak of nature.
A boy with a...
I see the work of your hand,
the incomprehensible beauty,
keeping everything in its place.
I hear your illustrious voice
in the midst of...
I watch my dreams dissipate
as I sit idly by in silence;
but what can I do
when all I have,
and all I need,
I am certain,
is in you,
is you...
On the day of Briar Rose’s seventeenth birthday,
As the curséd fairy had said,
She pricked her finger on the spindle,
But many do not know...