Phillip Francis : Writing

Children of America

Children of America

A Poem by Phillip Francis


We are children, disguised as adults. America is divided; each side aspiring different results. We are children, pretending that we care..
The Insomniac

The Insomniac

A Poem by Phillip Francis


Sleepless nights lead to implorable days, walking the streets as a vagrant.Lifeless in the eyes, fog clouds the brain, lethargically pushing through r..
Promesa

Promesa

A Poem by Phillip Francis


Contemplating ever changing landscapes shrouded with uncertainty, riddled in self doubt, overpowered by the burden I carry daily, gradually I crumb..
Happiness

Happiness

A Poem by Phillip Francis


A nation overwhelming in power, topping in prosperity, swimming in equity,We are miserable.Walking the streets, my ears can't help but capture complai..
Incurable Rationale

Incurable Rationale

A Poem by Phillip Francis


I dream of a day when I don't have to carry the burden I've bestowed on myself. A day when the force on my shoulders is no longer so severe. Ti..
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Breaking Perception

Breaking Perception

A Poem by Phillip Francis


I've squandered a slew of time pondering perceptions of others, enslaved by negative thinking, isolating myself in an inescapable, self imposed li..
21st Century Blues

21st Century Blues

A Poem by Phillip Francis


The tragedy of life is realizing mortality. Sleepiness nights born of unrealistic expectations, debilitating stress accompanied by clogging process..
Share Yourself

Share Yourself

A Poem by Phillip Francis


The day is new and you are born again. The rising sun unveils a new opportunity to be the best you, you can be. There is only one and there is no ot..
The Rescue

The Rescue

A Poem by Phillip Francis


I decided to take a long walk. The day was perfect. Blue skies as far as the eye can see, a cool breeze breaking up the early summer heat, and the sme..
Looking Back

Looking Back

A Poem by Phillip Francis


Looking back, I only try to glance. I find it difficult, as I'm continuously caught in a trance. My past haunts me. I struggle to simply le..

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