Poems from gilaskelly

I write to express To give birth to fantasies To show the real me My secretes only paper can see Keep the pain away, Keep my mind sane I...
What is love? Is it a feeling that cut so deep? Or butterflies tickling your feet? Is it a mist? That fogs up you eyes? Or a heart that...
My grandfather Down in the Congo he came from Tall like a tree, brown as mud Sent to the land of the free Picked cotton for master Soon we...