Poems from jcorredor1
I don’t know whether to laugh or scream,
This fall I’ll be moving into a dream.
Studying just what I want, where I want to be.
People say...
Gangs.
How much I want for them to dissipate
The fire is crackling, simmered down
But sooner or later my breath of relief
Will be winded...
Sitting down thinking of last night,
It’s pitiful that I feel all of this strife.
Foot tapping, knuckles cracking,
Eyes staring into the...