Lost Identity
Your fingers rest around the mug, rubbing the surface worriedly.
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Your fingers rest around the mug, rubbing the surface worriedly.
This poem was written about 4 years ago, but it's still one of my favorites.
At first it was green, Fresh Forrest green. With colours of blues, yellows, purples, pinks, colours galore. Full of twinkly stars. Life. Then the white light peaked on the horizon.
Peter was a young, shy boy, With brown locks of hair, Peter had tons of toys, But he said he couldn't care.
Unfriend me, and let me, Cut you to the bone, Your body, a temple, of paper and stones. These paper hearts, In this paper world, She burned it down, Beware this girl.
Is the existence of this world ‘believed’. “Do you remember back in Lornera. When a meal a day was nothing but a dream. Poverty. The word was more of a lifestyle then a label.
Every smile you share, Brings me another Heartache to bear. 'Til I stop feeling love, Only hatred. The envy controls me, I cannot avert my Eyes, you see. Makes me hate myself, As well as you.
#household #flashlight She sits alone in an unlit room, A girl of 15. 16 soon. Tears of black run down her face, She's lost people she can't replace.
Narrator: The minute she opens her eyes every morning, she looks at him and a speech bubble pops up above his head with the same monologues without fail; "...Good morning me, I AM THE KING OF THE...
Chapter 7. Sorry had the urge to continue. It's been a while but hopefully it's still okay to carry on with. Enjoy peoples. 'Fre-' Hunter slaps a hand to his forehead.
Dice roll Cards turn What you lose Is what you earn Place your bets Hope for aces With this cash You're going places Poker faced Silent glance There's the Jack In with a chance Sudden snag There's...
My tongue is like a viper Waiting for the next victim.. I mean passer by Who senses my foul mood Of paranoid defensiveness But still... Against all warning crosses the room.
How come what I want I can never have.
The curtain rises, the lights come up, It's time for me to be on. Charming the crowds, entertaining Until everyone has gone. Teasing, pleasing, encouraging, Sometimes tough as nails.
Spell book opened, as jealousy starts to rage. Sympathy is sought, truths are untold insanity takes hold. Plans are hatched, and plots are made. All sense of reason is lost, gone, dismissed.
*adult themes* She sat there and watched him play fight after fight on the TV, the stages turning into animals and dinosaurs smiling and waving happily at her.
#emotion So you've been reaching out, trying to mend fences. No surprise that hasn't worked when facing such pretenses.
“Granted I am an inmate of a mental hospital but that doesn’t mean I am mad you know.” People gathered around when Chris spoke; he had a way of attracting attention and keeping it.
Part 4 "Ha. You remember now don't you?" his voice was as sharp as a knife, chilling the air. He straightened and flicked his inky black hair back. "Thought you'd done nothing wrong eh.
I went through the motions again last night. This time I'll try to make the wrong things right. Forget the empty promises I've made. I know I'm misbehaved. But after everything I've missed.
"Are you happy?" came the question from his therapist. "Is anyone happy?" was the reply he gave.
You act as if you're made of oil, Frictionless and thin. A sheet of plastic gliding past, An empty bag of skin.
#nightdwellers The heavy overdue rain beats down on the cobbled pavement I look through the small window pane and into the mist peering into the distance I'm sure I can see a slight movement a...
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.