Poems from aidan_acosta5
I made an idea, a synapse in my head.
It was concieved the moment I rose from my bed.
Locked up inside, a prisoner of my brain.
That...
My mind cannot be held prisoner
It has to be set free.
This is why I became a writer.
To express all the thoughts in me.
We groan and mutter everytime we start to fall ill.
But some mothers scream as their children get killed.
We get gutted when we can't...
Kira eats with chopsticks, Steven uses cutlery
Kevin likes his food dry, Mike likes it buttery
Mark uses an alphabet similar to ours
Chang...