White Rabbit/How, A Poem
#13 of poetry c.2019 a very complex poem about the complex nature of people's direct/indirect influence over us and how we adapt to the strife and torment these things can bring.
Final days
A lifetime of torment for a week ecstasy? maybe i cannot say for sure.
Prison On Paper
No, demon child; my fantasy-- don't go, don't stay on paper still don't torment me here with silent standing empty lonely days. ha. haha. hahahahaha... hahahahahahahaha... everything's broken. broken!
Hopeless Acceptance
What do you do when you stare at yourself in the mirror and the only thing you can see is that one problem that torments you? how do you manage when your mind and body give up and accept that nothing is ever going to change?
Outcast
Thinks he must hate her but she doesn't know he's just as hurt inside night after night, when his own tears freely flow he's self-conscious afraid to let himself show perhaps she could help if he'd just let her know he just keeps on tormenting
Concequences and Forgiveness
He was, however, bullied and tormented forever. the only peace he got was when he was at work. he was a biogenesis.
A redemption of the soul
What if such torment which he caused himself was a illusion and really he should be brave? in his life he had always been afraid, but always he had fought through it.
Unfolding Her Wings
"still being chased by the same morons who tormented us in middle school? the ones who bombed every test yet somehow still managed to limp on to the next grade to follow us around and beat us up some more?"
Art Block
This torment can't outlast perseverance, i'll adjust sadness until it's gladness. struggle with the wall. i'll find another way and break this addled day, alternative passage becomes my new adage.
Nature Daughter's Lament- WoW Fan Poetry
And mournful, tormented howl of demon beast stirs the heart of most. as she howled, again she changed; back to the form of lesser self and as she did, howl became scream on her lips.
Nothing I can do
Can they not see, with my blank stare and open heart, how my internal torment thrives?
So Far Away: a love poem
Howling endlessly against the winter moon_ _howling a cry of loneliness, endless search for you_ _i neither know what you feel for me or even if you ever care_ _but all you shall know is that i be here for you_ _i would wait thousands of days of endless torment