Poems from niccagle

The day it rained diamonds crowds flooded the streets, but riots broke out,  and all feel to their knees. Then mixed with the shine, came...
We were separated by states.  No hair yet upon my chin, but without being aware,  I belonged to you. My heart had a path,  and knowing you...
On the day of the dead I came to life,  and painted my mask in white. 
I craddled my hatred.  I raised it up right, fed it the finest foods, and made sure it slept well.  I was proud of my hatred,  for growing...
A rose in its petals holds knowledge and beauty. But when held by hands of curiosity, thorns break skin, and hands become discouraged. And...