Poems from Petrified

People will always say that the sun will come up tomorrow. Sometimes they mean it in literal terms, and sometimes they use this phrase in...
Smoke Curls around Your cheek bones The smell of tobacco and incense swirls around the room in a lackadasical manner. Click, Clicik, there...
Why is it not always enough to speak, the words are still the same are they not? The words that I speak always seem to fall short of...
How am I supposed to love others as I love myself, If I do not love me? Some people wonder why and how I still love people after they hurt...
It's a night with that romantic mindset that that brings pen and paper together, the pen teases the paper with little kisses. Sometimes it...