The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." (Robert Frost) Collection of poems, Volume One (2012-2013) © Copyright by Dahlia Pimentel. All rights reserved.
Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.
For years I have been wrongly trapped, In a place even the minds cannot adapt, Not dead nor alive but stuck in between, A haunted nightmare and a lifeless dream.
