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- Personal Road-Signs at allpoetry
Like a door that was wide open
And then suddenly slammed shut, - The Gift Of Silence at allpoetry
You weep,
You scream, - Pure Trash at allpoetry
The blonde fifteen year old lay on the floor, sprawled out like an eagle, shedding tears that tell stories of pain, hurt and maliciousness. Her broken body is a sea of black and blue like the ocean on a stormy day. She has no - Demons of the Human Race at allpoetry
They come out in the dead of the night,
Banishing souls, - How She Numbs The Pain Inflicted By Her Own Mind at allpoetry
A miniature flood,
That was all she thought - Mum, Please Listen To My Cries at allpoetry
I want to see the blue sky,
I want to see the birds go by, - Romeo and Juliet- The Act at allpoetry
Everything was meticulous. The scenery was perfect. A starry navy blue sky, velvety with not one cloud in sight. Crickets could be heard chirping harmoniously in the background and we were surrounded by blossoming summer flow - No guardian angels, no angels period at allpoetry
Is this all I will ever be?
Please don't judge the person you see, - Guilt- Ridden at allpoetry
Eve started playing the 'What If' game. It was becoming more and more popular with her and she was getting better at reaching supposed conclusions. She knew this was having an extremely unfavorable effect on her mental health - Insight to A Dead-Living Person's Mind at allpoetry
I've gone too far and still I keep going. I've gone under, not even a hair above water. No morals, no values, so close to defeat yet still impartial.
The road gets steeper all the time, so much so that I must crawl so as not - Her Story at allpoetry
Drenched from all emotion,
Devoid from every feeling, - Premature Winter at allpoetry
The moon got lost again last night,
The sun has not had a say in ages, - Anger at allpoetry
Angry with myself,
Mad at God - Dead Flame of Life at allpoetry
I lose myself in my book and studies,
While forgetting all those around me, - To A Special Person at allpoetry
I'll give you the stars, the moon,
The world on a golden platter - It (unresponsive heart) at allpoetry
It no longer pumps,
It is battered and wise, - Future Unknown at allpoetry
I stumble on my way,
Every night, every day,
