Poems from candlelight14
He reads his words.
I listen to them,
Ponder them,
Then give feedback.
We discuss his artwork,
How he expresses himself,
And I try to tell...
There is a wall in my psychology class
It has a tackboard covered in masks
Above it are the words "What makes you who you are?"
I often...
Each day, I walk around
Looking up and looking down
Up at the sunset, with it's vivid colors
Down at the cement, With gum and painted...
Many look at math
Like it's
A chore
Unneccessary
Even torture
They look at numbers
And only expect
Headaches
But I see
Something more
An...
I look down at what they have given me.
Copied in black and white,
A poem lies innocently.
I flip the paper to look...
And just what I...