Poems from Rhiannon G.
Words can be cruel, they factor in a way that whips the skin in inner dealings,
Almost as if it formed in the faces of youth and those...
Is the world a better place?
Taking up pollution space to space
Where do we stand in this?
We are the ones who take the suicide kiss
From...
On a crash flight to an open ocean,
Survived only one awoken by the commotion.
Only a pen and journal survive,
Making all she needs to...
Drip...drop...tick...tock
The sun blares with a raging wip
Slowly eyes open and find only foreign sights
A scream, a cry, a shriveled up...
I am not a novice nor am I in shame,
I hang my head high and away from the wrong claim.
I do no reside deep within,
And I am better as I'...