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Story Of A KidnapperA Poem by EmilyI need revenge |
Fearful FelonyA Poem by pastelrosesThis poem is describing how fear can stop of us from living life and doing the things we love to do. |
Expected RealityA Poem by Broken SerenityJust another sad poem about love, life and happiness |
Stuck In The RewindA Poem by AnnaStuck in this skin-though the sun is burning-the flame is swallowing-and an old attitude rises again.I don't want to leave-though the tide is pulling-.. |
Removed...A Poem by MoonlightA tale of a girl who was removed from her world... |
For the Love of a DaughterA Chapter by Kaity FisherScars on my back from your knifeAre a permanent reminder of this lifeYour promised you'd never give me.Manipulation runs deepLike the words you make m.. |
WeaknessA Poem by Katarina Alyson JolieOriginal short free-form poem Dark poem about a man who cannot help himself. |
EyesA Poem by SophiaTo look into your eyesWould be to accept your realityTo see what you seeAnd know your painTo swim in your eyesGaze until love pours fromDown into the .. |
WonderingA Poem by S. K. BurkeI wonder if they notice that today I didn’t say so much While they giggled and joked at dinner And I toy.. |
Silent DriftA Poem by Annie Show do i choose when my gut feels heavy like a stone that has no weight. |
Fairy TaleA Book by Nicole RionFairy Tales. We have all heard of one, we have all dreamed of one, but why does it seem they always come to an end? Its like the magic of a dream. I w.. |
I am terrified..A Poem by Serena JewelI never got to tell you how it felt when you broke my heart.But then again, how could I?Whywould I..?I didn’t want you to have the pleasure of k.. |
My ReasonA Story by NyankoI cried a lot. I was sad, scared, and completely alone. The possibility of love was never real. Then I met you, and, for once in my life, I wasn't af.. |
The idea of loveA Poem by NinaLove is an amazing terrifying thing. |
Not AloneA Story by FrankieeIt’s 3 a.m. and I’m awake again. The numbers on the digital clock blink neon red, same as always. And, same as always, the hollow ache jus.. |