Literature holds the answer to many problems. You just have to be willingTo look deeper than the surface. Whitney VT 17 years old
Poetry By Whitney Awaiting An Invitation Tree limbs dance inthe breeze of baited breath,roots threaten to break ground zero.time;too muchtoo littleonly the trees understand meglass stregthensmirrors meltclouds converge and darkness reigns
By Whitney Sentenced I am guiltyThe bars which restrain meare but my own faultI am guiltyThe lifeless wallsfrozen, unfeelingyield no give as I fight to break freeMy crimes:To want,the stars
By Whitney Only A Memory The windbrushes my cheek, with a kiss. Neck craned, my eyesskim the sky in blissThe scene before me,a canvas to interpret,I stare, deep within the soul of each starthis game I refuse to forfeit.
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