freedom

Sometimes I just want to scream, scream, scream To see if anyone really hears me, my cries, my need to be free Or just to see if it’s all just a figure of my imagination To see why they won’t set me free Do they not love me? Or trust me? Or believe in me?Continue reading “Freedom”

Unpoetic Teenage Thoughts

These are a series of poems and gathered thoughts that I wrote as a teenager. They were in a black spiral notebook that I kept hidden for years. It’s amazing that I had it up until I was in my mid 20’s. Then for some reason (I can’t recall), I ripped a few pages outContinue reading “Unpoetic Teenage Thoughts”