A storm is approaching and I’m contemplating what to do with my life.

Liberty must be cultivated, and the tares removed from around it. Don’t let freedom die!

Running.

Another poem I wrote for ELA class.

A poem by Jody Al Sahagun.

A poem by Edmon Morete.

A poem by Kristil Mortil.

A poem by Denice Jan Borje.

Poem about love.

Just a handful of dust
the lost sight of eyes
a dwindled flower
which lost its color and fragrance
a ruined patch of land
a barren field of decay
my face has been mutilated
my body left to rot till eternity
my soul lost in the cosmic grid.