Poems from rsingh92

Your skin is not wood Don't cut it. Your face is not a box Don't cover it. Your dream is not trash Don't throw it away. Your body is not a...
What is the 10th circle?   Is it a burning plain for the damned? Is it an icy wasteland for the exiled? Or is it a hole?   A hole in the...
Why do I write? I feel imprisoned with no escape Within my emotions I seem to be caged. I see a wall blocking my path From every turn dead...
The soft texture of the cover Like the feel of material woven with water The crisp texture of the pages Like the first crunch of October’s...
A road looms before me. Oh, it is filled with people, yes, walking, shuffling, running, or crawling in the same direction as me. But I walk...

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