Poems from ntlia

I packed my bags and got on the plane the same plane that had carted me across the world five years prior   I thought my childhood was...
The world watches as numbers trickle in. Each state lights up in hues of red or blue. Hope for a female president grows thin. The man...
Senior year was dimmed by the coming shadow of applying to college Countless hours in coffee shops writing essays The alternating waves of...
Blood rushing Sweat dripping Mouth drying I stepped up to the microphone   Dozens (or hundreds. does it matter?) of eyes looked up at me,...