poetry

  • Accusations (23)

    I was where? I was there? At the time of afalse crime. I was nowhere and…

  • 10:44 p.m. (22)

    Time waits for no one. Once that chime resonates, all things come to an end. Worn…

  • True or False? (21)

    I can no longer believe in wordspeople say. One minute, it’s positive and thenthe next minute,…

  • Numb (20)

    Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? I feel so numb and I don’t know why.…

  • Down (19)

    Morning wake…..stay quiet for my sake. I feel so down, so below, deep within the bottomless…

  • 10:34 p.m. (18)

    How to feel? How to dream? When that certain goal was in your lineof sight? You…

  • Quietness (17)

    At times,things werefine. And then things weren’t. I wished for all noise in my life to…

  • Flicker of Light (16)

    Among all the chaos, confusion, and frustration, I found myself almost losing hope. The flame that…

  • Acceptance (15)

    Enough. enough. Enough. enough. I have to accept who I am and love each and every…

  • Less Attached (14)

    It’s terrible toget attached. To get attached to things and people. All things will disappear somedaywhile…

  • To Reflect (13)

    As I glance in themirror, I see no one. As I glance in the mirror, I…

  • Fade? (12)

    Everything is black and white, monochrome. Things seem to lack colorand is empty. All I wish…

  • Snapshot? (11)

    Cherish friendship like it will be your last. Cherish all things likeit will be your last.…

  • Makers of Chaos (28)

    You go behind peoples’ back, spilling words that cut deep in the skin. That’s not fair.…

  • Lost? (10)

    Drowning in darknesssinking and falling is all I can remember. I have memories of warm lights,…

  • Let go (09)

    I’m letting go of all unnecessary motions, thoughts, and ways of life. I was nothing but…

  • Who am I? (08)

    I’m a pile of scattered papers lying around…. out of order and a confusing mess. I…

  • Recollection? (07)

    My memory is like a broken watch, no longer ticking so I can not rely on…

  • Bystander? (06)

    As I sit in the audience,I desire to be onstage. No longer will I ALLOWchains to…

  • ??????? (03)

    Cross these linesof broken shrines.Give me a hand tohold and find~ Clocks are ticking,years are slipping,like…

  • Normal (02)

    Books are for reading,pencils are for writing,voices are for talking,and maps are forsearching! Date: Unknown

  • Pain (05)

    Shards of glass descendfrom the window-like sky. Many shards pierce through my body, bringing out a…

  • Body, We Departed! (04)

    Problems pile uplike someone givingdemands non-stop. What a never-ending cycle of dreadfulness! In time, I get…

  • Babble (01)

    Starry skies, hill time flieseverybodys’ got a dimewe are losing time. Glancing out in the oceanso…

  • Begin (00)

    Through the lens of a fading photo, my countenance looked so happy. But over time it…

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