Poem: The Sea
She cannot look forward, or back to the side, for fear of drowning in sea. a sea of emotions, a sea of despair, she paddles ever across. no lighthouse, no beacon no ship's passing light, she is forever lost.
vent writing
Darkness,dispair. idiotic writing and rambles when all is lost and all hope is dead. raise you head and fake it trough the pain and sorrows. only a small light shines though this dirty old soul and the depths within drowning in all the tears
Missing
Held at the core drowned in mantle and trapped by rock. how do i forgive? muffled screams missing voice broken dreams lost love
Son of a Dream
Then again, no one had tried to drown her before. if anything could make a person beserk, poem-reciting skills or not, an attempt on their very life should top the list.
Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Twenty
I blinked, the human side of me rushing back in to drown out the wolf's voice, and sat back down. my heart sank into my stomach. that was exactly why i had to find the stupid glove and get it back to hendricks.
Broken
Deeper beneath the water the hands that hold me down can you save your daughter or will you let me drown?
Lost
Around in a circle, slow like a turtle, stuck in the mud, drowned in a flood. i feel the fool, an absolute tool, thinking something more, but so immature.
Dictated from the Heart
#32 of poetry dictated from the heart (04/21/2022) you tell me not to drown, but sometimes it can be tough, you'll understand me when i say, it's a diamond in the rough, i see so much potential, for what our future holds, it gives me strength
The book of secrets
Cannot be judged by my cover for my cover doesn't show all out what goes on inside of me you have to read what i am all about the ink on these pages have become words once written down they try to show emotions and the mixed feelings in which i drown
The Awakened Wake Within
Give me fire, give me earth call the elements and name my birth wrap me in air, annoint me with water name me now, the element's daughter brush me with embers, brush me with dust paint the sacred symbols on me with rust wash me in winds, drown
Heligoland
Burning up, drowning, torn by wind, and all i can manage is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10. i can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying, and hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.
Gaki (poem)
Instead, struggling long for a jagged breath, my songs choke and fall, and drown in my chest. iron ropes, my wrists and ankles now are full of wire splinters. my throat is too thin to tell your worth aloud.