I lay staring up at the open waves, The anchor weighing me down to the bed of the ocean, The sun glaring across the dense space, mocking my current state.
By Connor kinsley5 years ago in Poets
Carpe diem baby! We wreck this world Until we find A true source to the life we embed. Give me a meaning, And I will give it positive outlook,
By Connor kinsley6 years ago in Poets
People know not my story, But they still laugh, judge and deny The conventions of my smile. I walk this earth still, With thoughts in my mind,
I truly wanted to write this piece, To show how much I struggle to breathe, When this word is spoken to me. It is not a word, I frequently use,
By Connor kinsley7 years ago in Poets
When we are told there is an "Art to war," It makes me question, what’s it said like that for? And then I think, and wonder why,