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Tortured anguish fills my soul And I feel myself losing control Of my thoughts and actions. The funny contraptions That I find myself trapped in ..

I bleed from a wound that shows no hole Nor leaves a nasty scar The pain I feel, The damage you dealt Leaves the biggest wound by far How can I..

It started out with something as silly as a posting... And ended in heartbreak. All the memories, all the good times Are more that I can take. ..

A poetic synopsis of one of Shakespeare's best plays...

When boredom strikes It cares not your age or creed; It picks its victims mercilessly-- Purely driven by greed. Boredom can render the most inte..

My heart slowly breaks in two my body always aches for you Why can't you really stop and see That what you kindly do to me Is a blatant shameless ..

Words are words Whispered promises And nothing else They can be promises Of riches and fortunes, Of things to come. Or sweet words from a lover ..

Somewhere over the rainbow… What a wishful song. It reminds you of all the wistful fantasies Of childhood Of the adult wish To return to i..

She smells of cloves and sadness Of roses and dejection What a peculiar scent she has. She never smiles in pictures Oh, but she smiles Always hal..

Love is a sacred arrow Which catches me astray The pain (the sweet sorrow of it all!) All but carries me away. Reality bites us hard And so's l..