Poems from carolineks95
It hurt.The past hurt.The past did things to me that I may never fully understand.It left cuts on my arms,and burns on my legs;marks on my...
And so she begins to lie.
It wasn't intentional, at least
(Not at first)
She wasn't trying to be like the rest of them.
She liked...
To speak for those without voices;To feel as they have felt,and bleed as they have bled;To record the lives of others,their thoughts,...
She has beads,and they are like mine.
They are the colorful beads that make noise as the wheels spin on my bike,and in my head I play that...
This is the house of 100 pound chairs.
Where the tables are nailed to the floor.
Where the windows are made out of bullet-proof glass
and...