natalia4 > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

this is a poem that i wrote for my uncle and anyone else out there who is afraid to be themselves with love.

What is love? What does it mean Say or do? Heres what I think. What love does is quite miraculous Almost like being little again, Sneaking into..

Skies are stirring Eyes are burning Mind is churning Through the night Tears are falling Fists are balling Dreams are crawling Full of fear Sa..

He carries himself with pride that’s not real She’s scared to go out and follow her dreams Both hearts held together on threadbare seam..

Why is compromise so impossible? And agreeing seem improbable? I’m drowning in responsibility with no chance to prove myself. The words brewi..

Big, strong, fast Supposedly Maybe not.. Could be.. Small, shy or weak Just trying to lend a hand Anyone can be a hero Anyone can take a stand ..

In the air Outside my door Between the trees Under the stars Since the past Until the future Like no other Beyond me reach

I’m screaming now, Oh so loud! I’m falling now, Upside down! But you can’t hear me… I’m freaking out, But there..

Don’t fall Don’t shake Don’t even try to fake Duck left Swoop right Take the punches and keep moving Push forward Pull the de..

this poem is a few years old and was written for my stepmom when her cat passed away. i entered it into a contest and was published in a real book