Young Poets

Frozen Shadows

Rattle / June 20, 2014

Why is a blade made? Is it to attack or defend? Is it for fact or pretend? Why, in a […]

Rattle / June 13, 2014

My hand went up to my eyes getting wide as I laid a soft kiss on the palm of my

Rattle / June 6, 2014

Written while homeless with his mom Who am I? Where do I belong? Do I have a home? What color

Rattle / May 30, 2014

The wind blows. The sun shines. The grass breathes. Fish slide in the night, calmly. The rose has

Rattle / May 29, 2014

humans we are like a funnel in a water bottle after you shake it a hundred times we swirl and

Rattle / May 23, 2014

I was a rat when the wind blew I was a butterfly when the sun was out I was a