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Poems

Welcome to my poem page.  All the poems here are made by me.  For poems from my other friends will be on another page, which is coming soon.  And remember someone will always be watching over you.

 

Fragile

Luv, a simple yet complex emotion.
Makes you feel everything and do anything.
To feel this simple emotion,
one would try and do anything to keep it.
Luv is such a fragile emotion.
Could be broken for any reason.
The after shocks of this broken luv is so great
that sum peeps might not be able to make of it.
The rush of lonliness, sorrow, and abandonment is so great that not many people could fix it.

 

 

 

Internal Demon

The anger that builds up inside of me.
The want, the urge, the need to explode in full force.
My Soul, My Soul;
cries out for help.
To endure this torment any longer
would be suicidal for me to live and die.
A fixation holds me still. . .
To know, to hear, to touch, to see; is all i need of her.
My rage, my anger, lying still for her; never to lift my hand against her;
to show her my true soul; is to find the darkness in me. To know my rage, my sorrow, my every emotion;
is to connect with me and see me weak, exposed, and frail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sorrow

For all the tears and the anger

and the guilt I have spread.

For my friends and family who dealt with me,

in what I have said.

Living life at the fullest;

is the only way I know in thanking everybody.

Before I Die

And lay to my final rest.

 

 

 

 

 A Riddle

Left or right?
I'm all around.
the knowing or unknowing, I can't be found.
Comes out at night,
or in the light
Leaving behind joy;
and or sorrow.
It can happen to anyone
young or old
good or bad.
WHO AM I?
I came to this world at the start of time.
I might leave this world at the end of time.
I am eternal.
People want me for vengeance, punishment, or control.
I've killed many people for their lives,
and gave others an extension of their own
If you see me
You will know who I am.
There will be no escape through my hands.
People are scared when they hear my name
What Am I?


 

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