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questionsWhat is this feeling I feel This emptiness that dwells in my chest Why do I feel this pain What is this loneliness weighing me down When I'm surrounded by faceless demonic grinsquestions
Is it because of what I have lost Or will never have again Perhaps I never had it in the first place How do I salvage what's been ravaged
This pain is immense Indescribable Unexplainable Excruciating
Why am I lamenting I still don't know Maybe I have incurred God's wrath This troublesome brutal anguish aches And I detest this despicable show of we
by ~jins-girl21
our poemAngels weep Mortals mourn The beasts howlour poem
Time burns away your sorrows Burns a hole in your heart where love used to be and where nothing remains
In my shattered mind chaotic gloom swarms
Yet again I fall into a never-ending perilous chasm of morbid depression and distress
My ears twitch at the sound of my name
My eyes light up at the recognizing the voice
I look up from the depths of hell And smile... Slowly the wound closes and the pain eases My spirit soars
An almost forgotten feeling fills the abyss in my heart
by ~jins-girl21
heartbreak againwe tried again and i ended up crying again is there a point to this?heartbreak again
is it worth the risk? You obstinatly refuse to make the change we need no matter how much i plead
whaT did i ask for thats to much
or do0 u think i clung to much? my wish wasfor you to want me even that you couldnt grant all i asked was to be treated rite yet begging for that turned into a fite my willingness to make any sacrifice for us now llays in the dust is it meant to be or are we deluded perhapes its my destiny to be secluded despite my efforts we grow apart needless to say so
by ~jins-girl21
unfaithful heartWhen will this foolishness cease this pain is akin to a diseaseunfaithful heart
Why won’t my stubborn heart let go when my head is pleading at it to be free You rest in bliss unaware something is amiss
My traitorous mind deceives me convincing me I’m strong I’ve moved on yet that’s so wrong The cynic in me laughs cruelly at my defeated broken heart that defies reason in spite of the repeated aching anguish I warned you the cynic says you deserve this
This wretched pain won’t leave
I feel the disapproval of others watching me grieve
I lay here weeping as you
by ~jins-girl21
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100 Themes - MirrorI stand in front of the mirror at night, when the house is quiet and the sky is dark.100 Themes - Mirror
Sometimes I try on clothes that I can never wear. Tops with arms unhidden, that noone's seen in years.
Sometimes I just stand there imagining what could have been. Pressing fingers along fading lines where flashing silver danced and played.
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I don't blame the professor or the topic for my boredom. They actually both try to be as interesting as possible. Yet unfairly to them, this is my last class of the day and the only remaining barrier between me and the beloved being I wish to spend more time with: my bed. Sometimes it feels as though teachers wa
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My baby's are both at school now ...
That means I is getting old !!
Geez they grow so fast.
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I think my nick there was tishidelishi or something, it's been so long. Great to see you and sssam are together.
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