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while you are chasing love, it's also chasing you. stop, look back...you will find love.
This bracelet is a shackle, Tethering me to this Earth. Once easily breakable, Now I can't Break Free.
Where are you going, little man? The blood is dead read in your hand. And your candor has worn quite thin. There's no need to be tense. We're all agreeable gents. Fine then. Boys, plant a solid one on his chin.
i find myself swimming In air polluted, Polluted with persons So devious, destructive. They themselves Struggling for air The only cause of suffocation. Face to face And Separate; Separate from love, Beauty, candor. Immersed in darkness, Loneliness. Longing to breathe A sweet clean breath Only suffocated by the pollution, They themselves have caused
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You hold my hand and say I’m sorry, I won’t do it again I believe you Two kids now, grown and parents of their own You are on your knees for the second time this year Begging for one more chance Scared to be alone I say I believe you
The pressure is to much to bare I can breath help, what is that help, huh I can hear you your ok just do as your told ok let me put on my fake smile With a side of '' I'm ok'' its not like you care ill just keep it inside My silent scream...
I lay on this dumb floating rock Wishing the clocks stopped Wishing my life was plain Simple and dumb Wishing I had a plane To fly far away From this misery and pain That eats my will to stay
Only they know why they did not want to be known for the poems they wrote? But for us they were poet apart.
That was supposedto poetess. Sorry. Couldn'tfind a way to edit once posted.
This poem is not anonymously written. Will Allen Drumgoole is the hostess. She was born in Murfreesboro, Tennessee before the Civil War to the town's mayor and his wife. She was a prolific writer. The poem is about her father and a footbridge he built.
I can't dance. I hear the rhythm, I tap my feet. I feel the music but I am still. I am nothing. I laugh, I write, I feel nothing. I am counterfeit. I have not known suffering or loss. I have never had less than everything. I am happy. I am empty.
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7/17/2025 4:43:41 PM # 1.0.0
I wanted you to be there for my firsts, i wanted you when i was at my worst, i wanted you when the world became less bright, i wanted you when the monsters lurked at night, i wanted YOU but distance was all i got.