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By Melissa Firefox
A random poem I am writing about being closed-in, and wanting to break free of everything. I guess you could say peace and self esteem comes to play. Doesn't rhyme, but please enjoy anyway.
Oh, and I made up a melody to this song. You can make up your own, too.
By Aurelia Lee Shae
A poem I made years ago during a time when I was extremely shy and quiet. I held a lot of emotions and feelings inside, never expressing how I felt or what I was thinking for a long time. The idea is that my mouth had been sewn up with strings, because it was honestly how I'd perceived my...
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A Christian poem of faith.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Listening to God's voice in the World around.
About the line between reality and fantasy.
To be at peace again....
What quiet time feels like.
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Childhood crushes, secret lovers. The beginning of a very unique friendship which later led on to what may be something more or nothing at all. Between an angel and a little green-eyed boy.
A poem about the overlooked phenomenon of silence.
By Brainstorming Teen
I find the place which seemed like the rootage of the cries, and lightly touch the door, my body possessed by uneasiness and nervousness. The door seemed like the key to my curiosity. Behind the walls of that door would be the reason behind my discomfort.
Gob's action packed adventure story.
By Snow E M Nicholaa
A poem about snow's dreamlike feeling
By Jennifer Brighton
He placed a finger to my quivering lips. â€œKeep quiet for me, okay?â€
Here is a long and rambling piece about that ridiculous cliche that we call love. I could have written the millions of things that it is not, but a part of my therapy is keeping my thoughts positive. Therefore 'Love is when you push me down the stairs' becomes something sweeter.
By Ilene Dawn
what people see in me may not be who i really am