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This is a more personal poem that I wrote about an incident I had with a sibling a few years ago. Also, I was trying something a little different with repetition and I'm not really sure if it worked.
Again my mother's crying And there's banging at the door I'm sick of living in this house I can't take it anymore My mum is bloody miserable I'm sick of seeing her cry I want to throw my hands...
Lub-d Lub-d. Not all there in full working order. Can you die of a broken heart.
Here she comes once more, Lurking in the dark, Sweat seeps from my pores.
"Ash wake up," said a voice. She could feel her body being lightly shook. She opened her eyes. There were a set of blue crystal clear eyes staring back at her. She stretched, yawning.
There I stand. On the edge. Toes curl over. I am left. I don't look down. From the cliff. Close my eyes. I take a breath. I wonder what it feels,. Like to fall. See my life flash and,. Not feel small.
You're trapped inside a mental tower Growing angrier by the hour Your shackles are tight and you cannot move But even so, you mustn't lose You scream and try desperately But even so, you can't break...
Rise above it Ignore the shit Keep head down Hide the frown 14 hour shift Sleepy,start to drift Must stay awake Can't take a break One more day to go Then take it slow I really need to sleep...
Kill me now, But do it quick, All it takes, Is a trigger's click. I'll close my eyes, Await the shot, My blood runs cold, My flesh sears hot.
Panic started pacing Around my head A great lump of Fear Started creeping up my neck My fairy tale world I had created for myself Fading to mere memories Before my welling eyes This can't be...
Unaware and making shots. Words rot. You say you're not. That person you said you hated. Your portrait's fading. This is blown out of proportion. My decisions I'm living in.
#household When Mummy yelled, And Daddy cursed, I'd hide under my sheets. I'd lay out my teddy bears, And give them pillow-seats. When Mummy screamed, And Daddy cried, My sheets became my fort.
Before I can can get back to my best. There is one thing that I must do. I have to put and end to all this shit. Cut it away as if it was bonds. Therefore I must do what I always do.
Against all the bad around you. Turn your back for just a moment. And smile. When you feel down and afraid. Look the fear in the eyes. And smile. When all seems hopeless and sad.
Part One of the Opuss Battle Royale I stood at the brow of the hill, surveying the broken land beneath me.
Fuck the world and his Mrs, i'm fed up with the shit they put me through. I've got very little amo for the guns i've been sticking too. It's time to fight a little different and play a dirty game.
I think of my revenge And how I'd like to destroy The one who thought I'd break Like a little unwanted toy Sorry to disappoint my love But you're wrong yet again I'll survive the breaking I'll...
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 inner peace. T ry to show your smart.
People will disappoint you, will make you cry and fall apart. Best comeback. Pretend you dont care. Show them you can live without them. Since you are broken, there is nothing else to do.