Poems from purplepenguins
I turn to you
When I have a day
Full of unkind human beings
Selfishly demanding things I cannot give them
and who do not care how polite I...
The Forbidden Woods.
To enter means certain death…
Or so the story goes.
Curiosity got the best of Rose.
At eight years old, she entered...
Angry.
Confused.
Disappointed.
Upset.
I was all of them at once.
A roiling, boiling volcano ready to erupt.
All because of you.
You never...