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Life’s unforgiving emerald eye Its stare weighs upon my open heart The forbidden touch of an angel A crime for which I shall never be pardoned It is the blood helplessly racing through my narrow...
#acrostic H e irritates me so much. A nd I hate his sickly touch T o know him right there, is E xactly hard to bare. A nd I bring myself to smile N ow seen from a mile, and all D own to him ...
(Pure fiction). Now I know I've felt it all. Hate and rage and loves enthrall. There's nothing left there's nothing more. Please take me now god I implore. In tired now, I've had enough.
In English class we had to create a persona poem and then perform it. This was mine. I began in my cocoon, beside many others. My mother was naïve, a hopeless romantic at heart.
A stuffed toy one day was made. The maker was happy, It took him so long. The sewing, The finding, The fixing, The stuffing. The generalness it takes. Then once the maker lost his money.
Every tear, You freeze. Turns into ice, Which falls in the breeze. Every word, You ice. Make me hurt, And entice. Every thought, You turn upside down. Icicle mind, I think with a frown.
My structures, my foundations, My innermost supports, Are breaking, crashing, tumbling down, In every out of sorts.
The silver hour comes in wreaths and boughs, Winding round our ankles Like smoke from the fire You'll never see it coming I swear to god You'll never feel it, But when you wake in the...
Who would have known. That in two short weeks, something brilliant would have grown. The seeds sown. A blossom born. Who would have guessed you'd turn things around. Making my heart pound.
Light a match, Under my soul, Beneath my heart, Surrender its hold, I am flying free, Free from old chains, Waltzing in sunshine, Crying in monsoon rain, I am a wash of emotion, Unlocked by loss, I...
Softening around the edges,. My tender hearts waiting for you. Come dance with me, feel the rhythm and the beat. It's like a dream come true. I used to be angry and broken.
Glowing embers of desire. Ignite passion in the fire. Burn the strongest heart. Melt it down and restart. A torch carried in the night. Shines until fresh dawn light. Incarcerated love lies dull.
Before you I was feral, wild and free Then you came You were tender to me I was hard A tough nut to crack With you All defences fell flat I never wanted To be loved so much With you I surrender...
I'm a different person now than who I used to be So wrapped up in mistakes I made and possibilities You never really wanted me, it was always just a game Now I find it hard to remember you're still...
My heart is like a lump of ice. Throbbing in my chest. Cold enough to freeze my thoughts. Numb to all, I'm blessed. You can grasp it in your hands. But needles of cold will attack.
Through the looking glass I see. A future dark there be. No happiness or nothing. Just grimness there for me. Through the looking glass of hate. I cannot see no mates. Just crappines and dumb things.
Sorry, I am not as present as usual anymore. Sorry, I am not paying as much attention no more. You see, I'm occupied these days. You know, I'm falling in love these days.
My face has changed since I left, Perhaps reflecting my heart's new cleft, My eyes have lost their shine, Perhaps because of hands no longer entwined, My mouth is not turned up at the sides, Perhaps...
The view from the top Both terrifying and beautiful.
Empty promises to loving hearts, injects its poison to those tender parts. You shed your skin, so worn and withered, to seek shelter in peace you slithered.
This is a rare thing indeed. I've managed to remember one of my random little daydreams!. Here it is... Thunder ripples ominously through the clouds.
People say earth has no value a few months back I thought that too . I never believed in magic a myth writers told it was then i heard 3 words I knew I was wrong .