Poems from live4fiction
The grayest of roses is red.
It is bright like stars in the night,
and soft like silk on your hand.
But how, you ask,
is a grey rose red?...
The Soul in Not a Single Color
The soul is not a single color, but a spectrum of emotions.
It is the feeling of freedom, of despair; it is...
Dear Society,
Why?
Why do you do this?
Hate.
Why… Why do you hate?
Why choose to let difference divide you?
Is there a joke I can’t seem...
Dear Anxiety,
I’d like to say it’s been a while,
but that’d be a lie.
I saw you yesterday.
We sat and you told me everything I didn’t want...
Dear Hope, Hi. It’s been a while hasn’t it?
When I was younger, I saw you everywhere;hugging the women across the street,talking to...