Tags Sadness
I'm AddictedA Poem by dillonjensenI get hurt because it's my choosing. |
Heart of goldA Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I'm not a writer. This is just therapy. Everything I post is pulled un-edited from the muddled lines of a notebook I kept when I ra.. |
Phone screen cracksA Poem by ThisismythearpyI'm not a real writer, this is just a coping mechanism. Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home. |
Patchwork quiltA Poem by ThisismythearpyEverything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home. Deep and personal. |
Just Slap MeA Poem by LyssI was feeling reckless. |
Night and Music of the BereftA Poem by MysteriousAriesThe flipside of the day,Brings a lot of melodies,Of painful journals.At most the moon and stars are dead,For those eyes that lament for the beloved.Th.. |
For YouA Poem by Nikoleanhe always did everything for him. but perhaps he needed to do something for himself. |
Help me help youA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust a poem I typed out in a couple minutes on my laptop since I am away from the notebook I usually pull from. |
Our sun has setA Poem by ThisismythearpyThis is just something I've had on my laptop. I wrote it when I was very low. Like most of my work it comes from when I lost everything and ran away f.. |
Life saverA Poem by ThisismythearpySave a life, get left behind. |
AnimosityA Poem by WhereswareAbout a girl who played me |
My darkest momentA Poem by WhereswareThe darkness is consuming me No answers anywhere I see Everyone is leaving this place All at once in this case Losing so many at a time I'm so .. |
It Was Not WrittenA Poem by MysteriousAriesThe sky invades by firefliesThe moon seems ruled by clownWarm view can amaze the eyesBut can never change what's brown.Thezephyrdrives of the airThe s.. |
FragileA Book by LaraShe's fragile, like glass. Even if she cracks She'll try not to shatter But instead, try to hold herself together. |
Fragile : introductionA Chapter by LaraHumans, the scariest species on planet Earth that I know. They're cruel, manipulative, evil and terrifyingly fake. I may be a hypocrite, since I'm .. |
ChurchA Poem by ThisismythearpyI briefly stayed in an abandoned dilapidated civil war era church in Tennessee, and this is what I wrote there. |
FlawsA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhen I saw flaws but was in too bad of shape to do anything about it. |
DriftingA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhat someone told me to do when they drifted away, but it became the reason they did not stay. |
SellA Poem by ThisismythearpyAnother poem about letting all your possessions go out of depression |