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I can not travel this path any longer, When all I can feel is the searing pain. Your twisted notion of a love affair, Has left me confused, broken, ashamed.
Inspired by @pthasse 'Sticks and Stones' Words can capture a heart. Be deceitful from the start. Words can empower you.
#projecthumanity. @melchiorJ13. The worlds pain runs deeP. Fake people preach feaR. Money held near,tight tO. A world designed to raJ. Abhorrent torrent untruE. Actions uncouth, diaboliC.
Days, even years from now Our thoughts, they will be read Days, even years from now Our bodies will be dead And when I fall I will run Run by your side To the sun Now I'm wondering Where we're...
Just heard the news, The worst, You passed away Today, Never got to say Goodbye, Thought you'd pull Through, Last I heard you had Improved, Then this afternoon, You died, So suddenly, Cancer can do...
#projecthumanity Money Donations Appeals: Ignore. Havn't The time Or will: A chore. Charity Doesn't need To be Like this. Just be Helpful And Assist. It's not Got to Be structured Format.
#colourchallenge Brown is my second favourite colour Second only to black It compliments the golden tones of my hair That drapes all the way down my back Brown and its colour family Decorate the...
Sorry this is a weird structure of the verses... Just go with it. :) Those wonderful feelings, That make you smile, Like seeing a friend, You haven't visited in a while.
She paints a pretty picture But this story has a twist Her paint brush is a razor The canvas is her wrists.
@sammielee46 thanks for the challenge. This one's for you.
I'm having a writer's block, I'm not sure what to do. I know what I want to write, But I'm not sure how to.
In this winter's hearth,. You are a broken flame,. The captured beast,. Willing and ready to tame,. Held back by brick,. Imprisoned in bliss,. Hungry for the ice,. And my winter's kiss,.
*This was my first published poem when I was in year 5 and I thought I'd share it with you* When I'm an old woman I would wear pink with a purple hat. I'll eat pizza for dinner everyday.
I could lay here and pretend I'm sane. Cry out the lies I've given just like I have been everyday.
Bubblegum soda, Pink, green and blue, Vivid, neon, picture perfect, Pixel, plastic, new. Tangerine cola, Yellow, orange, red, Enough's enough to counteract, The words we might have said.
The dead have only one thought, I wish I was alive, For creative thought, this is what I strive. It all ended for me the day I took my life, Poetry set in motion, death to emotion.
#remembrance. It's not a lot to ask for. Just one minute from a year. On the eleventh day of the eleventh month. To show that we all still care. For every fallen soldier. And everyone that's served.
When the autumn leaves start falling. I know it's that time again. To make my way down to the memorial. Pay my respects and remember them. The fallen, the departed. Loved ones, dead but not gone.
In the darkness of the night, When you're short of all but sight, Find in your heart a light, And put all things wrong right.
I am blank. There's nothing there. So I'm just free writing. See what appears. It won't make sense. But that's okay. I'll wake with words. Later on today. So this is me. Without much thought.
At eleven o'clock, The silence will begin; It is only one minute, To remember what's been. Stop and listen; Put down your phones; Listen to the silence; The peaceful unknown.
The boy next door There next door to me, lives a boy I would like to see. His deep blue eyes enchanting me. His dark hair swept naturally free. His golden personality shines so bright.
E is for Eddie my name of choice. E is for eloquent, the words in my voice. E is for everyday, I'm filled with compassion. E is for erotic, my choice of passion. E is for everything, I know and love.
She's beautiful, A living work of art, Exceptional, I've been waiting from the start. Endlessly, I think of her relentlessly, Of her and I together as it should always be.