It is dim
It brightens
So bright like the sun
On a beach day you so looked forward to
You could not sleep, you ache
Is it the TV in front of you?
Or the hallucinations that hug you
As you are walking down the
Dark empty hallway,
Lights out at midnight
The glow
It glows
It flows all around you
What is it?
It's warm and sweet
But it makes your blood run cold
-Ashlynn D. Jones
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Hello, My Name Is
Poetry"Hello, My Name Is" is an exploration of identity, a collection of thoughts, and a form of self-expression. Written by a pair of best friends, the poems, drabbles, and blurbs contained within are raw and unedited. They touch on everything from famil...
