Poems from NoelleSimps

I think too much. So I write poems. Scribbling the storm from inside myself, onto a piece of paper.
Don't
Sit up straight,  read your books and do your homework. Jimmy, don't talk that way, dont walk that way, dont sit that way. Memorize this,...
But You Weren't
Father, Mother. Dad. Pop’s. He left because the darkness within him, was just too much to bare. One gun. One field. And an idea he had to...
Written Between the Lines
What’s on your mind? Written between the lines I don’t know where to begin. Take it off- Take it on Don’t lose me between the desire to...