Poems from ArtKid
my safe haven has always been the library,
nestled among shelves upon shelves of beautiful, beautiful books
old with new and new with old
a...
The first crack is the worst, a split second of anticipation, anxiously waiting, waiting for the dread fall. Shards embed themselves into...
Quite strange Is the only way I candescribe my feelings right now,as I stand beforethe grave of my paternal grandfather,dead the year...
It's funny how I thoughtthat I was fine aloneuntil I was shown otherwise,that I wanted to be left behind -left alone -like a solo...
i. harmonizeThe cries of children permeatethe thick fog, envelopingthe dark, misty forest,embracing the hills just yonder.You are...