Its bizarre how everything can change so quickly.
Im looking for something, but dont know exactly what it is.
Last couple of years have been hard to say the least. Poetry is an escape, a way to express the grief.
All the best, and may you find what makes you happy
Im looking for something, but dont know exactly what it is.
Last couple of years have been hard to say the least. Poetry is an escape, a way to express the grief.
All the best, and may you find what makes you happy
- Last seen on Sep 25 3:02 PM. Member since December 13, 2007.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 90 comments.
- I am a 17 year old man (United States)
- I am in the groups A Shoulder To Cry On
- I have 90 comments, 3 contests, 9 poems
My Poetry
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Running, trying to catch the sun as it falls to the mercy of the moon.
It licks her, scars her with his foul breath, that freezes her warmth.13 lines, 2 comments, May 13 -
Relentless fatigue whispers,
It tells me to stop. So gently it talks.16 lines, 1 comment, March 13 -
Meloncholia cascades from wounded waterfalls,
loyal birds disperse, as torrential sorrow17 lines, 2 comments, September 29, 2008 -
Empty your pockets lad,
Dig deep, search hard.20 lines, 1 comment, September 13, 2008
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Til the Day I Die : ello on December 4, 2008sup???
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remembering Jo on June 25, 2008Lol just read your blurb
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Forever in his arms on May 4, 2008thought Id make your guest book awesome!
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