This is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye!
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The name of this chapter is basically the combination of the name of three poems that I wrote. I also have a picture of the elf in the maze! I hope you enjoy! Bye bye!
"You're nothing," "You're worthless," Another dictating word. It's hurting, So much, Even though it's absurd.
"Just die," "Get a life," Contradicting voices speak. Meaning the same thing, And yet, Making my mind leak.
"Get a gun," "End your life," Gets whispered into my ear. I could possibly, Pull the trigger, And make it all disappear.
"So long," "Goodbye," I whisper to the air. If you find me, Cry, Prove to me that you care.
"We love you," "Come back," Trembling voices say. It's too late, Too bad, In the casket I now lay.
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I'm off in a land, Of my own, It's not Wonderland, But it's made of stone.
It surrounds me, With it's iron bars, I can only see, A few small stars.
Those small stars, Signify my hope, Not fancy cars, But a love for the Pope.
Yet those small twinkles are fading, There's not too much light, My soul I might be trading, To the Devil tonight.
I won't waste my time on god, If he won't pay attention to me, All Satan requires is blood, And that blood shall come from me.
The little pond, I frequently visit, I'm very fond, And happy with it.
The water glimmers, From the sun's shine, And my eyes shimmer, From tears at the shrine.
The water looks peaceful, But it's deadly for some, If you're not careful, You'll become part of the slum.
The slum is at the bottom, The bottom of the water, Along with my mom, And the failed try of my father.
He tried to help her out, But he forgot to be cautious, I let out a shout, Of joy because they were malicious.
But that joy soon faded, When I realized I was alone, My childhood has ended, And I released a groan.
Work, And school, Would make me lurk, And look like a fool.
I would be going after school, To make around $11 an hour, I thought I could buy a pool, But that thought soon turned sour.
Now I need the pond as moral support, And miss my parents sadly so, I only visit quick and short, But each time, I grow, I grow.
