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Just a little rant of mine....
another poem about the unthinkable that has happened... tied to "where to start"
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 18, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I wrote this after going through one of the worst things a mother can go through... I have another about the same subject, then I wrote "a day and night of your angel" that was the point when we were healing from this mess.... many years has passed...
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 18, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Well, we've all been there. There are two choices, but with pros and cons, and you don't know what to do. All you know it's "maybe"; maybe it'll work, maybe it won't. It's frustrating isn't it?
I've tried to encapsulate the uncertainty, loneliness, frustration and fear of fading out of an extremely depressed person.
By Orange Lover
I feel sad right now, I'm going to write a poem while i have this feeling. I hope you guys like it.
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
How Could This Not Be So?
I watch the best minds of my generation
Goddamn fucking degenerate
Howling through the undead streets
All anaemic hunger
Major renal trauma
Mere chaos is loosed
There is no fucking falconer
Creeping crawling and bawling
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Savanna Jade Harris
Frustration with people and society.
By Half Chewed Pen
Poetry | Updated Oct 31, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Skyla Grey
It is about being frustrated.
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Something that started in one direction and ended in another. About a boy the first gift for a girl.
This is the first poem I ever wrote. My poetry is very odd the good and bad way. Please check it out and comment good and bad thanks !
Lily loved her sister Bev and would have done anything for her. She loved using her organizational skills and her love of cooking and cleaning meant she was always in demand.
Bev was always calling on her for help with parties or other things, but sometimes sisterly love can become strained,...
Life in my part of town can be a bit hard to take and sometimes what we see around us can be a very bad for our spirit.
This is a short story about forgiveness, not just for ourselves, but for others as well.