Poems from Olivia Jackson
I have been in karate as long as I can remember and poetry is a secret obsession of mine. When pain is unbearable I write, when words flow out of me like a rampant rushing river I write, when im happy I write. I always write but only few know. It's my secret obsession.
Warm wind whistles low. Humidity increases quite slow. Rain begin to fall in the heat of day. All the children hide away. A mother reaches...
Warm wind whistles low. Humidity increases quite slow. Rain begin to fall in the heat of day. All the children hide away. A mother reaches...
When the world is dark,
And the tears stream down my face.
When I can’t breathe,
When the weight of the world rests on my shoulders,
That...
Fear.
A devil straight from hell
Causes anger to swell
Fear.
A demon
With long wings
Laced with blood
Dripping down
Like a butterfly after...