Not a cold place,
Though it does not feel like home.

An alien place,
Yet there is something familiar in its glow.

A friendly face,
A voice so pure and true.

A forgotten face,
Was their smile just for show?

I returned to a place where once poets were found ( Read more... )

I have wandered here from every heaven ( Read more... )

Condemn me, oh reverent lord ( Read more... )

Headmistress was the name they used ( Read more... )

It is the gift of youth ( Read more... )

My gentle eyes a lighthouse, their gaze a loving spark ( Read more... )

A man of charms and a heart hewn fair will crumble when pummeled by villainous peers ( Read more... )

The dirt here is loose ( Read more... )

Without ever having been to a poetry slam, this is my first attempt at writing something I would perform. I plan on attending a poetry slam in the next few weeks to get a feel for the environment, and to see if this is a medium I am interested in exploring further ( Read more... )