poems! :p
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meerkat Novicethese wounds wont seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase -
Redrose2 NewbieThe fire inside me burns brighter and brighter when u are around
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Redrose2 Newbie( please don't take this weird it just came to me )
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flounder101 NewbieThat is really good meerkat your great at this kinda stuff
i dont think thats wierd redrose i think its really good ^^ -
Redrose2 NewbieThanks flounder101
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flounder101 NewbieYour welcome
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AngelLovesAnime Newbieevanescence
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AngelLovesAnime Newbiewhen you cry I wipe away all of your tears
When you scream I fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years -
AngelLovesAnime Newbie
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Redrose2 NewbieWhat's a tear sorrow hurt and fear that's in the rain....pity and pain the two so alike you can't tell them apart but one is yours the others god's both are from the heart - found in a library book
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Pity and pain what's to gain
Love and lust turn to dust
Cant think of anything else. -
Redrose2 NewbieBeautiful
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Here's a first draft because it's confusing, I think.
My feet guide me
inside of the home,
The crash of glass and a pungent smell
greeting me.
I step over what was once a bottle of whiskey,
but which is now a scattered puzzle of shards,
luring me.
I refrain from leaning down and taking a sliver,
even though my heart
is screaming
For me to do just that.
I avoid the intense glare that is
burning a hole into the side of my face,
And I press on,
Like the obedience I am expected to exemplify.
Once alone except for the company of a
notepad,
I enter the safe haven.
It presents to me a treasure chest filled
with ideas and dreams.
In my hand, I hold the key to the chest, which I bring down
upon the notepad,
And a magical thing begins to
take place.
The feeling of freedom
overwhelms every inch of me,
And the weight being lifted from my chest
comforts me.
And I am in this pleasant state,
until a knock, knock, knock
floods the room.
The emotions that were previously
airy and welcoming like a summer's cloud,
Turn dark and evil much like
the foreboding, ominous tales
That parents used tell.
Then comes along a creak, creak, creak
and he stands right in the doorway,
His eyes glazed and his hands
revealing tremors.
My heart
skips a beat and attempts
jumping out of my chest
And I
cower like the frightful, shaky
chihuahua that I will always
be compared to.
And he hovers like the pitbull that he will
always be.
The rivers, they flow, prior to any of the pain.
And the leer that would bring
A full grown adult to his knees
Is shown right to me.
A hand raises in the air,
And I prepare for a strike,
But when one never comes, my mind, it is perplexed.
And I open my eyes, though not recalling
when I closed them,
And examine the collapsed figure in
the front of me.
I swallow my words as I come to a stand,
Now the darkness blocking his sight,
His eyes, they focus on me,
As he utters his apology,
But I,
I do not allow it.
I give a grunt and a shake
of my determined head,
Hoisting my pad and key from the desk,
And exiting through the same doorway
that symbolized nothing but bad, bad, bad.
And I bolt and I flee,
Even if just for the night,
Because I assume teaching him a lesson,
Will be the best.
And I suck in a breath of the winter's night
air,
Spotting a star and sighing in relief. -
flounder101 NewbieWow
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Sounds great
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