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The world has collapsed
and from waht I see
it has fallen all around me.
Like there's no way out
and no way in
nothing to prevent my giving in.
Is it only me
or do you feel the same ?
Are we mere puppets in an illusionists game ?
You must understand me
your heart and soul still function
By John Wanjora
If this is what a family break up feels,mhh........
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 9
some times life just sucks and you give up trying and sometimes you do things to fix it without knowing it at the time ...i typed this like a month ago and now i feel better and thought i'deshair my genyous lol not really bt any way
Short Story | Updated Mar 12, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Bitter Irony
Waking up is hard to do...a rhymed sestina.
A poem I wrote in English Writing class. It's supposed to be in the same style as Utada Hikaru's song Kremlin Dusk. Since the song was linked to Edgar Allan Poe's poem, The Raven, I decided to link another of his poems, The City in the Sea, to mine.
By An Excuse To Speak Of You
A Metaphor for life, how for every up, there is always a down, where you are terrified of what is next, how you hate it, but love it all at once.
Constant un-needed reminders of what I'm not missing...
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Joseph Bradford
A silly look at the worst (okay, worse than worst) way a relationship can end. If you've ever messed up breaking up with someone, you will appreciate this.
My ex-boyrfriend now best friend to me gave me this title. I loved it and he said I could use it so I am going to. It is about the last embrace between us... (That means last kiss for a while...)
Please read and tell me what you think. I want to know if it grabbed your attention, should i continue with it, if it needs improving etc.
I cannot run...my legs are weak...they move like sticks...and start to creak
This is a poem I wrote for a good friend of mine, Yasemin. I dont imagen that she will be reading this, but I will never forget the face of pure delight on her face when I first showed it to her, and the huge hug she gave me when I said it was for her. She loved it so much that she repeated it...
This is a poem about settling.
Every time it gets a little easier, so this is a final letter to my current ex-girlfriend... Wonder if she'll understand it, but not enough to stay and find out.
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
It takes courage to recognise children as grown ups and leave them alone.