C Burg : Writing

My world

My world

A Poem by C Burg


This poem is a metaphor for how much we kill ourselves to be called poets
He Leaves

He Leaves

A Story by C Burg


With a tear stained complexion she watched him leave. The love of her life, heading straight out the door. But she was trapped, she had no where to ru..
Eyes

Eyes

A Poem by C Burg


When I remember who I wasThe hopelessness goes rushing back into my eyesThe hazel jewels scream out for some sort of rescueBut deep down I know the cr..
A Broken Friendship

A Broken Friendship

A Poem by C Burg


This is my angry poem that I wrote for me, not for revenge
She Doesn't Exist

She Doesn't Exist

A Poem by C Burg


Just a little piece I'm still working on.