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This is about when you feel for a person so much and get to your' breaking point' of emotions.
This is for people who have hard struggles from beginning to end in life. They are very poor, starving, working for big time companies that pay maybe little over a dollar a day in third-world countries. This is what I wrote to try from their perspective. Please comment if you have an opinion on...
By Midnight Black Cat
Dont give a damn what people say
Poetry | Updated Jun 26, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We have all felt pain. Physically and emotionally. But have you experienced a pain that was eating inside of you? Chewing your flesh? And you feel like death was the only way out?
This is a shortened version of my battle with the monsters inside of me.
You know that one thing, the thing that keeps you calm??.... Well now, it's gone.
I've been considering trying out for Coffee House. The theme is Fa Revolution. This poem is based on what goes on everyday in some countries left with one simple comman, a simple message. Enjoy!
About A girl who's boyfriend who saved her life when she got caught up in something she wasnt suppose to....
By Eileen Mcguinness
A poem reflecting the rising trend in self harm and personal mutilation amongst today's disaffected youth.The whole idea of mutilating ourselves is to me very primitive but according to research it highlights the need to disconnect mental pain with physical pain and that is why alot of young...
About a friend named David
By Eileen Mcguinness
This poem focuses on family debt issues and how it can place an unbearable strain on relationships.My sister in law Pam has had her fair share of bad luck with two failed marriages and a downsyndrome child which was offered for adoption.She has just turned 57 and her retirement years look bleak...
By Allison Britany
A synopsis of many reoccurring dreams.
Welcome to my hell of a life. Maybe you can tell me why i have no friends...my family hates me....and i just want to die sometimes.
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
Your body may be in the present, but your heart and soul could easily be stuck in the past..
By Forget The Goodbye
I did not write this poem, my best friend/sister wrote it. She wants commentary, but she can't get online to "publish" them. So I typed them out for her and pasted them, with her premission, to my site. Please read and comment.
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0