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By Scarlett Love
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A brief discussion about the facts concerning banning High Capacity Magazines and Assault look alike weapons and the results of doing so.
How I feel. | down there
When your holiday goes wrong. Seriously wrong.
If she had not sniffed that white powder everything wouldve been fine... She wouldnt have killed her...
'Zombies. Everyone knows them. That they steal your loved onesâ€™ corpses and use them to do horrible things. That they go bump in the night and try to eat your brains. That they kill, and hurt, and kill, and hurt, and in the end of that new horror flick everyoneâ€™s watching, they...
Darkness is a form of loneliness. Loneliness is a form of darkness. Those are the words that swim furiously around my head while I stand in this dark, empty room filled with blood-red doors all around me. Those words cover up the truth which are the real words that are swimming around my head....
God, is it for better or worse
That we all end up in a hearse?
From a tricycle to a car,
From so close to so, so far.
Poetry | Updated Oct 10, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Anonymous S
This was my concept on life at the time. As i have said in my bio; all of my work is about my emotions through my life so far. Every hardship i went through. Every love.
LyraHydraComa is Soma in December a song to Remember
Vested Armor to Shield the Pain of Disaray.
Musical Fusion Paradox Orthodox or South Paw Muse with a Fuse
Adding to the Lexicon Weaving Stitching Penmanship Predaliction.
Aiding Subjects with Subjects Subjecting Mythos
Here's yet another poem I wrote. I once had another poem that tied along with it about the key to my heart, but it was in another notebook and - alas - it dissappeared, never to be seen again. Hope you like!
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2013 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem I wrote, entitled Fear of Heart.
The hat rack in my room?
That ol' boy's lookin' pretty gloom
With your red hat not there,
I try to tell mtself I don't care.
My heart covered in frost
My lines and swords crossed.
By Lizzie Wonder
Poetry | Updated Feb 21, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2