Nelly's Poems

A collection of the poetry I've written, which shouldn't end up being too much.

Sands of time: A short poem

Days. Weeks. Months. Passing by like sand on a windy day. Stinging exposed skin as it flies past, escaping every hope of being examined. Every...

She

They called her "EASY". Her name was unimportant, her life didn't matter to them. They slapped her with a label like their father often slapped them...
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Folding The Map: One For My City

I want to fold the world, Like you can fold a map. So Ohio can be beside Halifax. Or so I can surf the north pacific. I want to fold the world, Like...
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