Poems by William_Hathaway
They make it so I can not sleep.
My mouth gets dry,
With every breath, I feel them in my heart.
They dance though my brain with high heels,
And then slide down my spin in metal sleds.
I can imagine their there touch, against my skin
Soft, like a cashmere sweater.
They scratch my back, and bite my lip.
They are women, the women in my life.
Biographical sketch: I have grown up in maine, I went to a
bording school in NH. My Father died when I was in fifth grade. I am
just about ready for college. I love to write although I still think
that I am not that good at it.
The complete works by Robert Frost
Reason: My father used to read me Robert Frost poerty before
bed. I love the way he sees nature and New England
Recommendations for writers:
Never stop writing.