Poems About the Environment
You may have me shackled in dreams you once had Regrets from your youth, leading me to your path
This place was ratchet, but it was home. - the 815.
Face's, so many I see what is real anymore
Enveloping Darkness, ever marching A light kashmir hood laying abreast an endless hallway.
judgements. judgements are deadly and dangerous. they cause tears to appear from a lake of loneliness.
“What should you expect in your senior year of high school?” Well, a day in my senior year involves
I would turn toward the swampand wonder what crawledbeneath the skunk cabbage,and then belly under, survey.
Thinking By Ben Fitzgerald
Somewhere Somewhere people are dying
& he told me love me while I still want you