I can smell seasons changing Leaves are rearranging. From treetops to the floor Closing the open summer door. It’s beautiful - nature’s role
By Kristian Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Family Is the essence of the ground beneath my feet In a crowd of people It is the earth that brings me justice And just then I realize that
Being gay Isn’t necessarily feeling gay I feel human, I feel real I feel color, I feel still Being gay Isn’t rainbows and unicorns
By Kristian Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
