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Toss me to the floor, That's what you always do. Run away when the tears pour. You left me broken, You left me sad. But you'll be back I'm too numb to get mad. Why do you do this. Does it give you...
Swallow me up with sadness. A hard metal blade. To my drowning thoughts of madness. It's my time to go; I'll be brave. Not sure what to think. Of my sanity that you took.
High in the sky, Sits a man all alone, Lonely with no one to love, He watches from there, Longingly searching, Flying on the wings of a dove, He would cherish her, Provide all for her, If only she...
In the aftermath of your ashes to ashes The fantasy billows of clouds are all allure To a soundtrack of lanterns on the lake.
I want to be,. In a patchwork sea,. Where every shade is different,. All labeled for me,. Cotton softly lapping,. Purple, blue and green,. In patches held together,. Sewn tight at the seams,.
I want to shout. I want to yell. All I want to do is tell. It whispers in the trees. And flows with the seas. They all think it's a disease. It's more than that. It can hide in the air.
#augustwriteaday #household Breathe deep a gathering gloom Sunlight's leaving every room Bleeding thru the nooks and cracks To be replaced by inky blacks The purple dusk has gone to ground For Night...
The teachers jumped out of the windows. The principal ran for the door. The nurse and librarian bolted. They're not coming back anymore. The counselor, hollaring madly, escaped out the door of the...
This piece you hold. Glistening in the light. Is far from old. And shines very bright. It knows of pain. And happiness too. Only knew sadness. Until came along you. Full of scratches.
A whiz with words A sorcerer with stories @leelee101 Is never one to be boring He keeps it interesting And more like a home As well as you all Where there's more to come As y'all know I'm not the...
Agony rips me up As tears scald and blind Depression looms overhead A shadow on my mind I've never had such doubts before Or felt so sad, so low With every step I sink deeper With every step comes...
Silvery ghosts hang still in the air, Standing in silence, empty stares, Forgotten in life and now in death, So cold, without pulse or breath, Still statues left alone to weep, Through restless,...
Uninspired to make a poem. Nothing seems to conger up. But then I read through my dash once more. Oh the amazing poems, the story's, the everything in-between, Every last one.
#youngwritershousehold Swing, my child, Swing up high, Feeling like, You could fly. Swing, little bird, Swoop and soar, No person can catch you, Anymore.
Break through the walls,. Let loose all of your binds. Tonight we're going to be free. Free from the hell inside our minds. Run through the gardens. Jasmine scents fill the air.
A sudden wave Of inspiration Out of pure silence I just wrote to find out A small phase Of screwy relationships And now that I'm back on track I'm writing more and more I'm excited to see What I...
. I'm not really sure where it lies, Perhaps some- where behind your eyes.
When will the moon cry And when will the oceans dry. Shall we ever be happy again Or are all promises insane. A feverish cloud I always hide Will I ever be a bride.
Do you ever Think of me When time is right Or there's a sight to see. Do you ever Wonder about I If I like cherries Or why I hate pie. Do you ever Dream of me How you believe We should be.
A million drops fall from the sky. Some glitter green. While others are purple. Or violet in sheen. A drop of crystal blue. May be regretful and sad. Just as a drop of orange.
#heartbreak #emotion My heart, Though broken, Stubbornly insists on Beating on, pumping life Into my veins, when all I want is for them to lie ...
All though we didn't know each other that well, She picked me up when down I fell. She helps me through those hard times, Makes me laugh and cry with her stories and rhymes.
Run with me, Take my hand, Let me show you, This far'way land, Down a brick path, Where flowers sing, And rainbows dance, In eternal spring, Frolic in the rain, And bathe in the sun, Teetering on a...
This is new to me;. Held at gunpoint of such reverie. Once I painted my words on shipwrecks of old. Or fed them to lonely wolves out in the cold. But I see it now; no such thing as a dark everlasting.