Barbara R Maxwell 3y ago We Are All One When we forget our roots We lose our humanityWe are all onemore…
Barbara R Maxwell 3y ago The Golden Box The gold box was made of a special woodIt was somewhat ornate with intricate carvings all around more…
no 3y ago everything happens for a reason even though what happened with us was extremely far from perfecti was hurting during most of iti’m glad it happenedmore…
Barbara R Maxwell 3y ago The Golden Box The gold box was made of a special woodIt was somewhat ornate with intricate carvings all around more…
Barbara R Maxwell 3y ago Façade As the semblance of a facade fades away like a coat being taken off for the night what lies underneath is a beating heart where the soul and spirit truly resideTake off your coat and lay it down for more…
Plasmagrape 3y ago childhood memories I remember the days of my childhoodThe sun on my face, the grass beneath my feetI would run and play, not a care in the worldmore…
Plasmagrape 3y ago Echoes of Suffering: A Cry for Freedom The land where my people reside,Has become a place where they hide,From the rusted metal that echoes like thunder,more…
