Poems from rebeccaeb9495
The world is an open book.The chapters are named,The stories, outlined;The final chapters, left empty.Chapter one:Here we are....
You would think this place was a ghost town
If it weren't for the kickboxing class down the streetHouses sit on the edge of the brookWith...
The embers slowly fadeLeaving a trail of smokeLingering on my fingertipsThe ashes are leftTo crumble on blank pagesAnd reside on your...
Be weary of takingAnother step;Don't speak a word,For it may turn to dust at their feet.These people,With their piercing words,deceptive...
When the lions roam the earth
thinking that they make the rules
the lambs cower in fear
of being reprimanded for who they are
When the...