Poems from jenazalea
I remember my first day of school, backpack and all.
I remember moving across the country.
I remember seeing a new place and not knowing a...
Some days I'm happy and bouncing off the walls.
Some days I'm sad and don't want to leave my bed.
Some days I wish my emotions would let...
People always say
that a picture
paints a thousand words.
But a thousand words
can paint
such a vivid picture.
I open the book
and flip...
Only a portion of me is a neon pink.
Outgoing and wild,
crazy and free,
doing what I want,
when I please.
On a good day I'm a bold red....
Cold as ice.
Intricate flakes hit the ground.
Just like me.
Fragile, but falling.
Close to destruction.