Poems by CinnamonGirl, by newest first

• A Guiding Light

  But fear not the depths, there is a path,
  through the dark that each life holds ---

  by CinnamonGirl 30 lines, on Dec 10 2:29 AM 2004. In Spiritual, Society, Hope
• There's a Snake In the Grass

  The sky is aflame, for I am burning my midnight oil in the hopes of capturing some aspect of the entirely...

  by CinnamonGirl 64 lines, on Dec 4 9:59 PM 2004. In Personal, Other, Hope
• I'm a Factory Blem

  because why take me when you could buy perfection
  at a price only a few bucks higher than my own?...

  by CinnamonGirl 63 lines, on Nov 8 8:00 PM 2004. In Society, Other, Dark
• The Frigid Word

  I'd give a thousand years away
  just to live again this morrow...

  by CinnamonGirl 24 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 6 6:50 AM 2004. In Personal, Society, Dark
• Doom (Silent Downfalls of Unepic Proportions)

  Four letters, in all probability, never combined
  to make a single thought registered as coherent

  by CinnamonGirl 82 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 26 10:42 AM 2004. In Personal, Other, Dark
• The First Church (of the Collective Advertising Agency)

  Always trust the seedy man in the bow-tie --
  [that's what they say]...

  by CinnamonGirl 50 lines, on Oct 23 7:06 PM 2004. In Society, Dark, Contemporary
• All Doped Up (And No One to Cry To)

  Just count the pills as you lay 'em out,
  And set them in a line...

  by CinnamonGirl 20 lines, on Oct 22 7:54 PM 2004. In Personal
• Pilgrim Shadow

  What good is life from the outside,
  When my hand cannot grasp the door?

  by CinnamonGirl 51 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 20 3:34 AM 2004. In Sad, Spiritual, Dark
• The Stranger

  I saw the eyes of a stranger,
  In my mirror this morning, you see...

  by CinnamonGirl 29 lines, on Oct 19 3:49 PM 2004. In Sad, Personal, Dark
• A Week's-Worth Decay

  Monday floated scarely by,
  She saw me looking bright...

  by CinnamonGirl 31 lines, on Oct 16 5:16 AM 2004. In Weird, Other, Dark
• Ode to a Republic

  Money fuels the turbines like a clock that's counting down, There's a reform-burning champion who sits...

  by CinnamonGirl 42 lines, on Oct 15 6:24 AM 2004. In Society, Other, Dark
• The Key Upon My Neck

  There lies a key around my neck,
  It's set upon a chain...

  by CinnamonGirl 28 lines, on Oct 13 1:49 AM 2004. In Personal, Love, Hope
• Deeply Destitute (In the Graveyard of Dreams)

  This graveyard of dreams is a siren to all,
  It's easy to see the mistakes...

  by CinnamonGirl 81 lines, on Oct 11 2:48 AM 2004. In Other, Dark, Hope
• Break Away

  Your life has just been realigned,
  As the path around you fades:...

  by CinnamonGirl 31 lines, on Oct 5 2:08 AM 2004. In Other, Hope
• Wicked Hearts

  Wicked hearts do truly burn,
  For they are the first to betray a friend...

  by CinnamonGirl 44 lines, on Oct 4 11:34 PM 2004. In Personal, Society, Dark
• New Life

  The mewing of kittens is provocatively heard,
  To the mother's ears, unconcerned...

  by CinnamonGirl 22 lines, on Oct 4 5:13 PM 2004. In Society, Nature, Dark
• White Walls

  Dormant hell, disturbing sleep,
  The wonder of white walls...

  by CinnamonGirl 49 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 1 3:57 AM 2004. In Weird, Other, Dark
• Omnipresence (Left in the Dark)

  I'd rather believe you were a thought,
  Than see things as they seem...

  by CinnamonGirl 52 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 30 12:13 AM 2004. In Personal, Love, Dark
• O Apocalypse

  There's something going on outside,
  I wish that I could see...

  by CinnamonGirl 66 lines, on Sep 29 4:16 AM 2004. In Spiritual, Society, Dark
• Gun-Shy (Where the Bloodied Brook Flows)

  I awake to the sound of gunfire,
  And I sleep to the tears of pain...

  by CinnamonGirl 78 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 29 12:52 AM 2004. In Spiritual, Society, Hope
• My Empire Drab

  The morning coffee seems so bland,
  Inside these dreary walls...

  by CinnamonGirl 37 lines, on Sep 23 12:01 PM 2004. In Weird, Society, Hope
• My Very Best Friend

  The underwater thrashing,
  So common to my name...

  by CinnamonGirl 40 lines, 8 comments, on Sep 23 12:19 AM 2004. In Personal, Other, Love
• Conformity

  One dead leaf is whipped in the breeze,
  So cold, this torrent roars...

  by CinnamonGirl 34 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 22 1:26 AM 2004. In Society, Dark, Angst
• The Reaping of Angst

  Unique in darkness never ending,
  On sleepless thoughts that are depending...

  by CinnamonGirl 27 lines, on Sep 9 4:13 PM 2004. In Weird, Dark, Angst
• The Illusion

  At the end of every single day, I return to the exact same place, Resuming the train of my own...

  by CinnamonGirl 93 lines, on Sep 9 1:51 PM 2004. In Dark, Hope, Angst
• Hope, the Siren of Our Dreams

  These few little hopes of mine,
  Dancing on a string...

  by CinnamonGirl 27 lines, on Sep 9 1:02 PM 2004. In Other, Dark, Hope
• Acetaminohead

  The addiction remains ravenous as a wind-bellowed flame, As I twist the cap off of the pain...

  by CinnamonGirl 31 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 9 10:50 AM 2004. In Personal, Dark, Angst
• The Talisman

  There are many times when things are more than they may seem, A normal object can become an entranceway...

  by CinnamonGirl 53 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 8 5:13 PM 2004. In Other
• Beyond Forever Fallen

  Cast down upon the Lake of Fire,
  From the Heavens up far above...

  by CinnamonGirl 47 lines, on Sep 4 11:55 AM 2004. In Spiritual, Other, Dark
• Come What May

  Thunder's rolling in the distance,
  through a world serene --

  by CinnamonGirl 26 lines, on Sep 3 8:49 AM 2004. In Nature
• Making Faces

  Life was a gift sent from God up above,
  Through the death of his son, the Christ...

  by CinnamonGirl 33 lines, on Aug 29 7:07 AM 2004. In Spiritual, Society, Other
• These Eyes

  These eyes, they cry, they’ve shed their tears,
  They’ve avoided smiling for several years...

  by CinnamonGirl 20 lines, on Aug 27 1:12 PM 2004. In Sad, Dark, Angst
• Making Ends Meet

  Lightning struck, it lit the room,
  Alone, it signified the impending doom...

  by CinnamonGirl 57 lines, on Aug 27 1:04 PM 2004. In Sad, Dark, Angst
• Why?

  There are feelings inside that I cannot name,
  But they hurt me all the time...

  by CinnamonGirl 15 lines, on Aug 27 12:45 PM 2004. In Personal, Dark, Angst
• Time Passing

  Nothing changes, days go by,
  In this bed of thorns, I lie...

  by CinnamonGirl 53 lines, on Aug 27 12:38 PM 2004. In Weird, Other, Dark

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