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M oan, again. why not . O r maybe you could groan. A gain, why stop . N egativity, what a tone. E verything is bad enough, R eally, you've got to moan. look, now I'm bloody doing it.
#nightdwellers. What's in a word. That hasn't already been said,. Sometimes there are no ways to describe how I feel. So they stay sadly inside my head,. No poem or rhyme,. Can save the time,.
Salutations down below. For I am your guardian, young fellow. I am your shadow following you all day. If there is trouble, I'll lead the way. In the night I am your moon.
Arsey and narkey, Anger malarkey, Tempers frayed, Frustration played, Argument shame, A tennis game, Back and forth, And so forth, Tensions created, Your point cremated, Talk don't shout, Keep out...
Before anyone mentions - this is made up.
#adventchallenge. Who'd ever know. We'd come this far. Our footsteps seemed. Encased in tar. Each with a wound. And fresh laid scar. It seemed forbidden. They tried to bar. Together, equal, on a par.
#adventchallenge You are a star in the sky, Dear friend of mine. I gaze upwards-see you shining, I never heard you whining. Been through a lot-my friend, I was by your side till the end.
There she stood. Staring intently. Making something look so beautiful. When it's so ordinary. With the spring in her step. The curl in her hair. The smile on her face. The girl who doesn't care.
Fade in Fade out If life was noise You'd be a whisper I'd be a shout.
Dry your tears my Love, The world, It isn't ending. We still have time for us, Please, I'm not pretending. Dry your tears my Baby, This isn't judgment day.
I don't know why I have to go, but mom says I do. Why do I have to learn so much about this world so blue.
Love is all around, but how does it look. Can we picture it in our mind. Is it the look upon your soul mates face As it changes over time.
I n these dark times of fear, T errors always near. S tand up and be counted, N ever hide, don't disappear. O pen up your heart, T ry to find some peace.
.You don't know What you have Until it's Gone. You just can't Find a way To go On.
#moderntale I'm no Snow White, Or Cinderella, I'm not the fairest of them all, Not waiting round for a princely fella.
Hello again, and today is Monday, December 17, 2012. For the next four days I'll be creating poems, each one for a different apocalyptic horseman, seeing as the world is supposed to end by Friday.
Seriously guys What's with me these days.
Sunrise man Hey, sunrise man Your time will come To catch the stars Upon a new, bright light. Sunrise man Oh, sunrise man I know of your longing To see her again And you will, in the deep dark dark.
The end, How did we come undone. Things were fine, living bliss, Now its over, done. The end, It had only just begun.
How can it be. That sales have increased, People want to protect themselves, Now children are deceased. I just don't get it. I just don't understand. The logic of arming oneself, Guns should be...
Love is that special feeling That tickles our heart and soul, That often leaves us crying, But never short we grow.
Innocence taken in the blink of an eye, all the mourning in the world will not relieve my cry. Children and educators taken without remorse, uncontrolled evil of man, such a regretful course.
B orn from great tragedy, A lone he now sat. T ormented. So gradually, M an became bat. A ll gotham depends, N ow's time that it's done. but, A long came a friend, N o, more like a son.
* this is not true I don't self harm* I self harm because Its a pain I can control.