Poems from TheAndJello
How often must I go through this cycle
I stand tall strict
no strife
And they still point their rifles.
feeling free
because my cage is a...
I often feel too little,
and sometimes a little too much.
As if my feelings and emotions are my own.
The world casts stones in my direction...
A life saturated with good things,
Is a saturated life.
Deprived of its horrors,
The very bulk of its very definition,
Is the very...
I was once told,
To dream a new dream
To think I could have anything I want
But just for a second
For that one second
I felt all was right...
Age
Too bad I won’t grow old
The same day repeats
My age
It leaves
My soul
I see
What you meant to me
Too bad
It repeats
The same...