Poems from ambdancer
I found the paper and the pen
when I was sixteen and until then,
I saw them as only simple objects.
I couldn't fathom the effects
the ink...
Jack Frost is nipping at my nose.
Well more like biting.
Well more like chewing my flesh till it bleeds.
My ears are burning in the icy...
Sometimes I wish I was crazy.
Wouldn't it be nice?
I could do anything I want freely.
No judgment.
People would say "Don't mind her. She's...
Her name was Elena
Chubby cheeks, a giggly girl
Hardly cried in infancy
Discovered dyslexia at age three
Her name was Elena
Determination,...