Poems from alexisromo23

Survival of the fittest. Need I say more?
It has been some time Since my pen has been lifted To Write And spell out poetry. But today, I walked outside Only to find A cool and...
They stare as if I'm some sort of monster, As I walk insecure and somber. No man dare look twice at me, For I am the rancid beast. I know...
Rhythm and rhyme, A logical use of my time. A creation of wonder and thought, My own separate world with life being brought. Original each...