Bree Hodges (9/24- / Bradon, Flordia)
Biography of Bree Hodges
I belive that any fool could write a sad poem, but it takes a true poet to write something that makes you grin with joy. Not saying that poets who write sad poems are bad at what they do, but I think its easier to write upseting poetry than happy ones. Sorry if this offends anyone, but that's just how I think(SO GET USED TO IT! !)
You inorge my ever fiber of my being!
Even as I lay dying your gaze never reaches me,
Stone cold eyes stare away
Only looking to mock, to redicual, to hate!
As the sky crys out in shouts and screams
You leave me out in the trembling dampness
Alone as I have always been.