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Roger Bowers, a retired Korean War veteran begins to see a dark figure lurking outside his house during a thunder storm. Has he lost his mind? or has Death finally found for him.
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
I wrote this poem at age 15. I think this poem can speak truth into the lives of anyone who has ever felt alone and controlled.
Poetry | Updated Nov 23, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Depression the reason we live our lives as premature death.
Feeling isolated by love.
Poetry | Updated Jul 8, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Just about doing nothing and doing nothing about it and feeling trapped...isolated.
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Dear first ex-boyfriend I ever dated...I really want to hate you and use to imagine you getting hit by a bus multiple along side wishing you would jump off a cliff. Yea, lucky I'm a different girl I once was but your still a ...
-From someone who strongly dislikes you with a passion,
I wrote this mainly because I got told I had to do a poem on bullying for homework...I guess you could relate it cause social alienation is bullying.
Note: Please no harsh comments
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All right everyone, this is something I wrote right now. I'm going through something and I won't give much out and I'd appreciate it if u don't ask me- you'd just piss me off. So, what I can tel you is that this poem is for someone in booksie...I won't give out names...respect my privacy and...
By Dlcannon Reprise
taken from my book, "Hold To My Doubt"
By Alec Maynard
Have you ever felt trapped inside a bubble, watching the whole world go on around you from your own imaginary cage. That is what this poem represents.
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
Have you ever felt so desperate for help and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to ask for help? That's me.