Poems from RebecaAO
My head throbs
I can’t sleep
I’m tired
I arrange my pillows
Halting to then caress one.
Sometimes I forget
Forget to live
I loosen my...
Socrates was known as the wisest man,
Simply by knowing that he knew nothing.
If that is the case,
Let me express my own ignorance:
For I...
We were young
That’s often the problem
Muttering “love” on the second week
You told me I needed to love myself,
To love myself before I...
Oh, for the poor raven weeps,
for he understands death.
Oh, for the poor pig weeps,
for he understands abuse.
Oh, for the poor dog...
From a distance paced a young teenage girl. She holds her head down trying to avert the gaze of the so called 'pretty girls', who despise...