Tags Loneliness
Bleeding tearsA Poem by David KwakuI awaken from the dark space of my sleep. From my thoughts nightmares leach. I sit on the corner of my bed,and let my tears evacuate my stormy eyes... |
She's GoneA Poem by KatannaismBecause you mistreated her;Because you abused her;Because you tainted her once pure heart;And stained her once innocent mind;Now she's gone.Gone, quic.. |
Get Me?A Poem by Arly ParentThere's nothing about methat won't beat you to your knees--beat you down with kindnesswith serenity,with ease.There's nothing more about me,that You y.. |
SkillsA Poem by Scott ChristianA reminder to myself to not give up. |
What Makes a Man?A Poem by BlueAm I a man? What makes a man? is it the honor of his heart, the passion in his soul, or the intellect of the mind? I believe it may just be th.. |
Ode to the Lonely Piano Room on the LeftA Poem by Laura SuiThe room is quiet, Much too overlooked. Your heart echoes loudly, rebounding from the shell of your chest. You, a small room left by y.. |
A hundred. A thousand.A Poem by Scisenheartshort. sorry about that. |
Just a little or a lotA Story by Georgina V SollyTwo thin and two fat women, each with their own particular problems. |
The End Of BlissA Poem by Tyler Dean AllenCraters in our deepest fears and conversations |
The Java Finch and the SpiderA Story by Kevin AnthonyA short story about a java finch and a spider. Intended to be read aloud to young children. |
I Hate People Who Are HappyA Poem by peeintothewindI hate how they hold hands with one another, and no one ever touches mine. |
Requiem of the WeedsA Poem by AeraThaln7Rejected, shunned, we search for home again, a place where we could grow and live like trees where we could coexist with plants and men a.. |
The Wildest LonelinessA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..Often, I stand in the corner of all I have missed then find myself walking proudly beside the wildest loneliness lying deep inside of my stu.. |
TurambarA Poem by TurambarAnother truth of love in writting As seems to be the trend with my recent writings they're raw and fresh from the emotion branch, whether you see the.. |
AloneA Poem by ChelseaI'm calling your name,but you can't hear me at all.You're drowning out every bit of my existence.I try to grab your hand,but you move it just as I do... |