Hello, once more.
The ire, oh the ire It burns like a fire in me But it burns me as well It hurts, mentally and physically Hate and anger, murderous beings They consume us of our place in mind Our hearts, our sanity and our love For some it may be temporary But me… It haunts my soul every night And everyday, it leaves its path in me It walks on the bridge of depression I feel like I swam, no wait, Drowned Through the bridges of depression The fight is hard, I always lose Malice persuades me to give up But I have found a solution I’ve decided to choose love Hate is too great of a burden to bear No more sighing and crying My burning hate was dying For now, I rest
I think your not happy am i right? Am I a mind reader?
@Anaise
Hello, itʻs me
<3 the best poem out there
I was wondering if after all these years
You wish
You would like to eat
cri
To go out
Go to Chinatown
Raid Wong Tunʻs Soup place
k done
This post was me every night.
Hello, once more Itʻs me, the door ;)
Open and close me Come deep within me But remember that you will always have to pass through me If you wish to find what you seek within me
What if I were to turn back Back into the darkness, heavy and black Where sorrow lurks And the sullen breathe Behind the door, did not contain hurt But where my heart may rest, with kindness and ease
I suppose that was stupid.
It goes onnn and onnnn and onnn There was a being Hanging above poison If she were to fall in that poison I'm afraid she'd lose herself But there were two arms holding that being Tender and lovingly One day, the being said something to the arms Although she cared for them, as they cared for her They dropped her Days and days passed, she fell in the poison When she hit the surface, she was heart frozen Her face expression numb Her body as stiff as ice It was the hand she held out As a sacrifice Waiting for those arms To trap her once more As for now, her world was corrupted Her as well Her tragedy replays over and over Never interrupted
There was another one She had a shell She lived in her shell Always content Then someone broke it There was slight relief Until something occurred She was a fool to let her shell be broken This time she built it stronger Sturdier and hard So no one would ever "Hurt" her again
These are really good poems! I hope you're feeling okay now but if you're not, please just hang in there... It will get better I promise... I know it's a cliche statement but it really will... I'm speaking from experience cause after four years I finally got better.....
I didn't mean to give a notion of how I am truly feeling. Sorry for concerning you with this :)
No it's okay.... If you ever wanna talk you can talk to me if you want to :)
Thank you so much for your concern. However, I wish not to involve anyone else, but can we be friends at the most?
No problem :) Sure we can!
Nice job
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