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Insides diminished,. Standing at the starting line,. Not looking back, heading for the finish,. Spilling what's already half empty,. Can't bleed,. there's not much left,.
I summon the rain. To wash away our pains. We have been hurting for so long. We hurt each other and don't find it wrong. I summon the wind. To clear our paths. We no longer look ahead.
You scream like an autumn dawn, A crowd of red, yellow, orange, brown, Baying towards an ever dying sun, Trying to hold on to the hem of The last days of summers lie, When all belongs to carefree...
Just entered this into a competition with the poetry society with the theme being "stripes" Lmfao worth a shot!.
Coming down. from reality's edge,. Your innocence. you pledge,. Stepping away. from the ledge,. There's got to be. a better way,. Fingers down your throat,. Intricate work. gone up in smoke,.
Life is a game of sticks and stones, Where a single throw can break your bones, And life is a game of fall or fly, With the simple aim being do or die.
Floating in the air, Laughing and taunting. Living in your dreams, Starved and haunting. You take out your net, You catch them in the air. The happiness at seeing you, The attention so rare.
~Another poem I wrote for school~ ~Also received a B~ ~About a SUV (Mainly a Land Rover)~ ~My favourite poem out of all the ones I have written~ ~Enjoy~ Not a red, heart-shaped box, full of...
I score a line on my heart With your sharp words, Fold, fold, fold, Change it's shape into Something more appealing to you, Origami of my emotions, Twisting, tearing, Bending them at your will Like...
#emotion Secret lies and steady pace, The whole existence fell in place, A jigsaw fit, a game of snap, A constant corner of the trap.
Tumbling trees, follow me down If no ones there will there be a sound.
-Best read at a fast pace- These bats fly around Like my problems they can't hit ground For every time they try to land They begin to get sucked by the quick sand Which is the thoughts that begin to...
I'm just another apple hung on your tree. You don't care at all as long as your free. Growing more apples, most of them still green. Well I'll tell you this once, this is the last place I'll be seen.
Swimming lost lakes, Forbidden streams, Rainbow snowflakes, Into a land dripping dreams. Neon colors seeping, From a seamless worlds seams. Leaking from behind the walls.
I made you take the plunge and you dive, dive dived. And now it's my turn next so I'll run and hide. I made you fly and I watched you glide. Heavy are the chains that keep me locked inside.
If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields.
#youngwritershousehold. The crab of my life,. The shell I can't let go,. The crab of my life,. The sideways life I own,. The crab of my life,. The snippets of joy,. The crab of my life,.
The lack of colour, the absence of light. Devoid of pigment, returns to black. Absorbs all that approaches and soaks up warmth. Feeds on energy of others and gives little back.
Some dogs bark, they bite or chew, But they don't kill, unlike you, They're innocent with not a bad thing to say, You find a friend, and make her your prey.
I'm not the cloud with the silver lining. I'm not the cloud that's loved by sun. I'm the cloud that's there at night. I'm the cloud that's purpose is done. I'm not the cloud that gives you shade.
My heart is made of glass, It is fragile and brittle, Treat is with caution, Or it will smash into fragments, little.
Hiding within me. Waiting to be seen. Not until the time comes. When I can no longer lean. Hiding in my closet. A deep and dark secret. It's only that keeps all. Everytime we've met.
All the world's my stage, My theatre: the sky, Director may say 'Leap', And I reply, 'How high?' People are my audience, The sun and moon, my lights, An every-day sort-of actor, Without the mask and...
A lost piece of paper lying on the floor, Lost, unused, not needed. Who needs this piece of paper lying on the floor. The tree that was lost or the man that had found it.