ClimateA Poem by Kenna MarieStanding in the doorway on scout for new routes, debating to take a step. Aimlessly driving about, these days collide. Swinging alone, knowing what you want needs to be written in stone. Stealing others tools, recruiting a picture destined to be ruled. Painting in the dark hearing their negative remarks. Graffiti is the art of your choice for at least then. Life is okay and you stay sane, only your brain is deceiving you. Feeling abused, endlessly confused but you won't let it go until the glow of life flows over. These only reign as the dark wind swaying, makes the crazy will fade away
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StatsAuthorKenna MarieAboutHello! I'm a high school student. I use a lot of my time dedicated to writing poetry, short stories etc. Art is my passion, consisting of but not limited to...musical, creative and performance. I'm a.. more..Writing
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