Tags : weak

Saving Face

Saving Face

A Poem by Zeitgeist Manifesto


Pride, Fear and Vulnerability
Dismantle. Rearrange. Clone. Process Complete.

Dismantle. Rearrange. Clone. Process Complete.

A Poem by AHHHHHHHH! Heath.


This valley, full of the people I once knew.Rustic and decaying now disassemble the bodies too.Take the parts worth saving, donate them to a better pr..
No Happiness without Sorrow

No Happiness without Sorrow

A Poem by Neva


My own personal walls surrounding meProtecting me from the evil and painWanting to live a life without fearBut the walls became my prisonThis protecti..
Bittersweet Love

Bittersweet Love

A Poem by Neva


Your love was like a drug to me;A sweet poison, filling my mindAddiction; soon to be needing youSoon to have no other light than youAnd before I knew ..
Dying Away

Dying Away

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue


Continuously breaking, never learning..
Transit

Transit

A Poem by Khal Attero


These tears of Yours, of joy, decayMocking my holy expanse of emphaty,Not even in darkness I can not rest,My abyss of piece once again derisioned.Fire..
The Danger of Skinny

The Danger of Skinny

A Poem by Kaye Adell


This is me kind of ranting. I saw a news story about anorexia today and it kind of lead me to this. I'm also sorry readers if you feel like I'm chewin..
Where It Changes

Where It Changes

A Book by Amanda


Short journal about my time at Chase's Ocean Grove ~COMPLETE~
The Depression Machine

The Depression Machine

A Poem by December Blaize


Rain pounding on the windowMeans words flow from the penLike tears in the silence of nightThat stop when I say whenThese four-line stanzas serveAs pat..
Garvey

Garvey

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


I feel a closeness to Marcus Garvey
Unmasked

Unmasked

A Poem by V.J.C.


No longer can we ignore the bad...
Weak, weaker, weakest

Weak, weaker, weakest

A Poem by Shreyas Tripathy


This was my first attempt at writing a song. Hope you like it !
Tired

Tired

A Poem by PoemsbyPatrick


Tired,My body has little strength to move on.The battles of the week have taken their toll,And leave me battered, bleeding and bewildered.Tired,The on..
Feeble

Feeble

A Poem by Tara


Destroyed