I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
I’m Gourdelia Rind What’s on my mind? As you can plainly see, I am a pumpkin, round as round can be EVERYTHING was all fine
By Saroyan Coles4 years ago in Poets
No flout; the boldest individuals have infamous past Living unafraid to make a “splash” Leave the wackiness to the weirdos
Gist me, my black-capped chickadee- The swing is empty, when push comes to shove, Her hands propel me, forward I’ve been waiting for you
Downhearted darling Zulema plant me A damaging response of mint orange slices force a smile I wish I could kill all the kindness
Daphne let’s chase the Dopamine; Pinned down masculinely Moreover no more panicking- like mountains swathe with clouds
He’s my moon-road; Shared smiles silently spoke (Come as you are) all our inside jokes- We drove out, moonwards wolfs walking beside me,
Iridecesa floats, like a bird above the clouds Levi doesn’t clip her wings, with a deceitful dressmaker blades but encourages
My body is square, like a Ford Insistent on running out of road; seeking the harden roadways like down the road, not across the street—
Walking in the shadows living-dead like forgotten souls Bitter sweetness with ominous names Inching away she’s able to make it rain
Halima, silence does not mean ignoring; Perhaps a pause, to arrange feelings ... We collapse from every, effort, effectiveness
Atiya, beautifully is the hand, that always holds yours free of charge, Substantial are words arranged, amazingly, angelically
BLAH The next time you’re bored to death CRACK stems broke off with a howl FLUMP black diamond apple orchard down the hill
