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i am a poet      bookworm    an author        music addict   i am a sister        daughter        friend        i am shy      sad      emotional      scarred i am an outcast Â... - Poetry > Free Verse
- Poetry > Free VerseI wish I could Burn you out of my mind. Just like the pictures and notes of and about you, Turning into ashes. I’m sick and tired of the memories Haunting me, Sneaking up Unexpectedly, Invading my mind, Taking over Until you’re all I can think about....
- Poetry > Free VerseI roam the halls Looking for the answers To the questions That might not even be the right ones to ask....
- Poetry > Free VerseYou can be the strong trunk I’ll be the flimsy leaves, Struggling to hold on To your branches (hands), Trying not to get caught up In the strong winds (the evil on the earth)...
- Poetry > Free Versemy heart is like a complicated puzzle, 1,000 pieces that are impossible to put back together....
- Poetry > Free VerseYou cut into my skin then say my wounds won’t mend. I look you in the eye and say I don’t mind. Your weapon is only your words, my wounds just hurt feelings; they won’t last forever. You wait for me to cry, to break. I merely stare at you with a bored expression, showing you I don’t care...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’m Sorry… Sorry I never say much. I just don’t want to get yelled at for talking. I’m always afraid I’m talking too loud and everyone is listening. I’m not a very good whisperer. I’m Sorry… Sorry that when you ask if I’m ok, I don’t know how to explain what is wrong t...
- Poetry > Free VerseI have a secret I’ve never told anyone about. Though I’ve came close, It almost got out. So I kept it locked deep inside. It tries to creep out. But I push it back in. I wish I could tell you. ‘Don’t you trust me?’ you’d ask. I do trust you. But I can’t seem to let it out...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe can write poems. Her words may have not always rhymed, But always told a story. Sometimes they just came to her. Sometimes she had to sit and think about an idea. Her hand flew across the pages at some points. Other times she wrote slow thinking about each word. When the time came to fi...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt was just a regular plain black, college ruled, 1 subject notebook. But it was beautiful all the same. It was tattered and torn, Worn out and frayed around the edges, The spiraled binding bent with pages falling out It was filled with many wonderful things, But the blank pages were her futur...
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