Novice writer, here for fun and expression.
There’s a dragon living in my head It fights and sleeps I sit and think It’s fire breath all over me. At times I want to scream and shout
By Jade4 years ago in Poets
I look back at my childhood memories, Was I living or surviving? Was my house, my home? Or is the home something intangible?
She looks over at the girl, Poised like a work of art, All her curves in the right places, Perfect from the very start.
If I was to write a poem about being _____ I would dive deep inside just to ask myself, Why are you so deep? Why are you so down?
