Poems from haydenscout

Picasso in the Sand We lay in the sand, intertwined. The bustle of the waves is calming. It creeps up the shore steadily. Finally here, it...
Who is to say I am going to Hell, Without knowing my full story? Without knowing how I will spend my life? Without knowing all of me? Where...
Your style of teaching leaves me ill. Sitting in this wannabe ‘wood’ desk, Listening to you drone on and on About positive and negative...
I may go down in flames. My skin burns; it's peeling My old self is shedding. I am becoming anew.   I need your assistance. Please, hold...
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When did I start being fabulous? The moment I was conceived. That little lapse of time when my father’s sperm met my mother’s egg.   My...

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