Poems from karbrand17

Airplanes
When I was seventeen I wanted to fly away So I got an airplane tattooed Onto my forearm;   I went outside a lot To watch the planes High...
You Can't Just Say It to Your Teacher
I see the way you stare at me, I hear what you think of me, I feel the burn of your hatred for me, I smell your disdain, I taste the words...
Giving Up
I feel the blade-Plunge deeper into my bodyI watch theBlood swirl aroundDripping to my feetI feel dizzy withExcitement-I can feel!I laugh....
Respect
The song tells me "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" but how can I respect when my thoughts are censored?   Poetry is    expression.   I respect by    opinion...