I killed your son.
I killed your daughter.
Same air
from the same mouth.
I made you get that dress you never wanted
because I solidified your doubts.
I'm a salt in the wound.
I mean, that's what they all say.
Actions have consequences
yet I'm always out to play.
I'm laughter.
I'm anger.
I'm smiles.
I'm silence.
And some days, I'm all in your head.
Who knew words could cause such a fit?
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A Personal Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is an assignment I had to do for my Creative Writing class (2015-2016). It consists of six different types of poems: 1) Narrative Poem 2) Simile of Myself 3) Imagery 4) Free Verse 5) Haiku 6) Bio Poem Some of these styles I haven't attempted to...
