Logan GrovePoetryWho Are You?You hide behind a mask of molded insecurities A smile, brick by brick, made from the impurities The ones that dwell in your empty chest,...
Lauren RadicchiPoetryJanuaryCold icy weather nips at my nose Like Jack Frost leaving little Eskimo kisses My fingers, toes, nose All numb from the cold My breath...
Logan GrovePoetryThe Tomb of The Unknown SoldierAn officer at the ready Standing straight and tall Not knowing that his actions Soon would all the world enthrall A rifle on his shoulder...
Lauren RadicchiPoetryThe In-BetweenLaying in bed Eyes closed Slow music on My mind drifts far away Somewhere between asleep and awake This in-between state of mind...