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How alot of people feel.
Poetry | Updated Sep 7, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I was in the hospital room my great grandmother was staying in (No she didn't die, she got better.) And while my mom was talking to her I was looking out the window, and this poem came to me. :) Enjoy!
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By Dark Skylight
Poetry | Updated Apr 26, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Dead Nothingness
Maybe I am really nobody and hollow like my soul like they say.
Poetry | Updated Feb 15, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
have you ever felt that alone that you think to yourself that you must be hollow?I have
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
warning: this contains a bit of a gothic feel...I've been listening to progressive metal lately, and fantasizing a lot, in order to escape from reality's dungeon(plus I recently saw the Dark Knight...which is why this is a bit psychotic)....
By Lindsy Clapp
She lives inside her own world, a crevice deep inside her mind.
Poetry | Updated Nov 12, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Recalcitrant Son
Poetry | Updated Sep 21, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Kamikaze No Onryou
Though this poem sounds reminiscent to my short story, The Hollow Voice, it is not, in any way, related to the short story. I just did this as...well, an autobiography to myself...In a way.
Poetry | Updated Jul 22, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Wrote this for my American Romanticism class. Since I generally keep everything I write, figured I would post this here.
Oh the irony of life.....
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2008 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 9 | Likes: 15
By Kamikaze No Onryou
A man is looking for his family, and a voice tells him to stop searching for his family.But why? Why was he feeling death was near?
Short Story | Updated Jan 5, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 7
Through the hollow corridors,
of this dust laden path.
Awakened, gasping for air,
eyes widen in horror.