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I thought I should give my perspective on true solitude so to give it the respect it deserves
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
This poem only makes sense in my head.
This is more reality than I am accustomed to reveal. Not really a poem, but more so a snapshot of now.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Being alone in a place where there is no one to care.
Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
To be interpreted by the reader.
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: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Just about doing nothing and doing nothing about it and feeling trapped...isolated.
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2013 | Reads: 2 | 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...