Poem # 24
That the pain wasn't real? or would they scream too? thinking like i do, that it feels so real. the burning, the pain, the muscle spasms, even if in my head, it feels so real, surely some entity is having fun at my expense.
poems week 3
So are you wearing a mask, be it of lies, love, strength, truth, fear, pain, or sadness? are you a black mask now that it is redefined or a white mask? -1 among 4
I'm still alive.poem
My soul is gone my heart left on never ending pain. every time i see your face i want to break the glass between us. ask why you took me then throw me away. i want to scream from deep down what you did to me. but i can't say a word.
Bliss is she
Damn this world Damn this life Damn this time will this world ever accept me. am i a outcast doomed by time to wander. A drifter with no life. A voice with no one to hear. A soul alone in the darkness. Am i doomed to fail. Can i rise from this grave...
poem hate
Now that i see you in this pain. i only find my self laughing at you. for i never could forgive you. i lived to love but i cant because of you. you tore my heart out in front of me you trun to dust right infront of me.
Reminded of Memories
You cannot know, that cold world's pain! i understand, it is hard to believe, but when truth i speak, you say i deceive! what cause have i, to utter lies? i can lose nothing, in your eyes!
My Pen, And My Choice
So few truely understood the depth of his pain, his longing. so he wrote it down in the notebook with the black cover. it was his chronicle. he lived with pain his whole life.
It Started With Toast - Chapt 9
The pain struck as his claws pierced my neck drawing blood, wimpering, tears filling my eyes, with as much breath as i could get out i tried to calm crunch down.
A Poem
Would you kill me if I asked it? Do you love me that much? I made a call to Jesus, He wouldn't do it. And I heard his love was eternal. What is it to live when you breathe The poisonous thoughts of heart and mind Like air from a paper...
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The very next morning, Mike was positively glowing. Even if his ass hurt like Hell, and he was starving, it was as if he could only feel how in love he was with Anthony. That freakin' adorable grizzly bear... as if losing his virginity to the sweetest...
the cat...
The cat walks over my face at night. Her claws puncture my skin. Sometimes I shout out at night. The cat walks over my face at nigh. The cat walks over my face at night. Sometimes she settles down. Some nights I can not breathe at night. The cat...
The First Dream and Memories Of Love
#1 of dreams and memories i made this story in the series for a few reason but it to show sorry and i love cerent people hope all you people enjoy the story i kept falling thought the darkness all the pain of seeing that image in the mirror just kept me