Poems from WordSmith_15
Look at me and tell me
I didn’t fight for my rights.
Because twenty-four hours seems more like twelve rounds
And some days the bell doesn’...
I'm doing better
She says she hears it
In the sound of my voice
And I wonder if she hears
You in there too
The worst thing you can say...
Love to your body
Love to your psyche
Strip your insecurities
Reveal your humanity
While getting between your physical
Let me slip through...
Somewhere around July 13, 2013 . . .
I love the smell of you
I love the smell of you and me
Sweating, in an oven-baked heat
It’s an...
See, Confidence has been sitting in the backseat with too little legroom
And he's running out of beef jerky for the journey
Humble's been...