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all of my poetry normally comes from things going on in my life...emotions that i have to let out and they come in the form of poems. this is actually about 2 of the boys i was liking at the time, and i was really kinda confused by the pair of them.
Poetry | Updated May 19, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Emma Sparrow
Time running out and the lies that lead up to that.
By Emma Sparrow
.......Because I'm afraid to tell him how I feel, or ask him what I am to him..........
By Frankie Piper
Poetry | Updated Apr 10, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Darren Wallace
heartache is but more refined version of death
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
a poem by an upset mother dealing with her child being bullied at school.
Poetry | Updated Mar 28, 2008 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
By Son Of Niwri
Not all relationships are easy.
Poetry | Updated Mar 23, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Today, I felt this pain. A pain so strong, it made me write a poem again.
Poetry | Updated Mar 4, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
It could be said that I am a hopeless romantic. but I get so confused about everything. The guy I've liked for so long just isn't what I want anymore. But his best friend is so sweet. Except he thinks the 80's sucked. loser. I mean, it's not like you can just belt out Bohemian rhapsody with...
Desperate and drowning in the sea of loneliness. Words spoken to myself can help me heal.
Poetry | Updated Jan 15, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
About loss of self after loss of love.
Poetry | Updated Jan 15, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
By Chester Collar
The whole premise behind this writing, is to convey that life is a paradox.
I wanna get out of here, leave this life behind me. But I can't. No matter what I do I'm destined to die here. Alone, afraid, and unloved. Who knew the ghetto could be like this?
how do you stop loving someone you know is never going to love you back...
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Started off as one of those
Typical Perfect Days