Top left, acutely American/ Going On the Road/ But finding only the Grapes of Wrath/ Pressed and fermented in my flask... Read on
Tag Archives: teen poetry
But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses. Read on
Any representation of an outcast/ is ammunition for the upper class... Read on
The pain does.
The pain of accepting change
The pain of being unknown
The pain of no longer being my one and only. Read on
For I am ugly and only the pretty deserve compliments
I feel like I can't eat in public because someone is watching
And judging because I'm disgusting to the eye Read on