Stellabeam

This is a poem I wrote and it was published in my districts showcase. Hope you like it!

Hurtful Memories Memories haunt me in my sleep Restless They’re taunting Merciless and hurtful Reminding me of an age and era that no longer exists They play ...

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The clouds grew fingers, Dark and feathery thin. Steching and flexing Yearning to grasp Chuckles of giant laughter Fill the air Its fingers snap leaving a pile of twigs behind ...

I walked with danger on a Saturday night His eyes invited me I couldn’t say no Underneath the streetlights we laughed His name: Taboo His presence unwanted by the decent ...

One thing in this universe was always there and always was A mother’s love for her daughter From Eve To mine Will always be a Stong, everlasting ...