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...