Poems from UrbanArtSaves
College is a bounded endeavor.
It's like stretching and never touching your toes.
College is like a key that opens a superficial door.
I...
Shoulder pads and ragged hair. He wasn't much of a teacher, well for the matter of height. His mind was such a cavernous type. He lead us...
A closed hand
tightly holding no object quickly appears in your vision
That's my fist
now heading towards your face
My knuckles bluntly...