<3 : Writing

metaphorically, metaphors are the sky

metaphorically, metaphors are the sky

A Poem by <3


funny feeling in my brain can't place the source of strain maybe I just don't want to know got two feet on the ground spend a night out on the tow..
futures

futures

A Poem by <3


violence comes from video games so we better stash them all away drug 'em up so they don't misbehave another Ritalin to save the day Don't we ca..
a future in marriage

a future in marriage

A Poem by <3


Another man wearing his father's clothes Uncomfortably awkward on the edge of his life Like the tallest tree he continually grows though he only gr..
depressssion

depressssion

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I can't find the strength to get up anymore my days are just spent sulking in my bed Iplaced a bet because I felt so sure Sure enoughI lost my head..
damn shadows

damn shadows

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An entire city lies at my feet But you are everything, everywhere I take stroll down crowded streets Oh, there!You are there. A shadow graced ..
Reflection or my interior decoration

Reflection or my interior decoration

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Stupid lonely little one You can not know, you never could Stop searching for the sun It won’t do any good Silly docile naïve lamb ..
Looking back on a heartless act

Looking back on a heartless act

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Revenge is the coldest act a dead man can commit It seeps into the soul like a dagger in the back Slowly but surely killing its host with cruel re..
Asking too many questions just leads to more openings in logic

Asking too many questions just leads to more openi..

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People always pass me by with that same look in there eye People always say the things that only false pretense brings Well, I’ve been stari..
secondhand affections

secondhand affections

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I hope you’re heartless because then at least there would be some consolation Each of your breaths is just a space in desolation But smile..
Born to blossom, bloom to die

Born to blossom, bloom to die

A Poem by <3


We bloom so gracefully like roses in the field To be left without water! Oh, and the empty aching I always feel! It’s only a simple bother...