Frank Macias

Rookie (not dead yet i suppose / Born in a hospital)

Biography of Frank Macias

Well my name is Frank and I was raised in a place called San Dimas. I enjoy making music(playing guitar, bass, harmonica, and more to come...) and i write songs. Im going to a school named Bonita high school but i don't think im enjoying this experience very much. For some odd reason i dont like being treated like a student.. i like being treated like a person..
Well anyways, im kinda new at writing poetry.. iv only been writing for one or two years so if you see anything i could improve i would really enjoy to hear your commentary. oh and if you see something you like it would be very kind if you complemented me because i am still unsure if im any good or not.

Frank Macias's Works:

The books are still in my head...

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Saddened Day

My mind is lost, My mind is found
Empty pills, Fill my mind
Looking for purpose, Like a hound
Nothing is found, or too much to find

Secrets seem like the only way
Slowly seems to cut me in half
Clouding my mind into every day
Seems like my hands have nothing to craft

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