Writing Love Letters
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in a short poem describing what the world is forgetting where passion is deteriorating and where as people used to change the world now it is the world that is changing the people ...
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we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.Concluída
Me
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In the Valley
I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.Concluída
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A collection of all the times I wrote to you, and all the things I should have said sooner. Some things are better left unsaid, some things are better left written. It's the good, the bad and the dirty.
Moth
They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.Concluída
We Were Born To Die
This is a world in the future where Mother Nature had turned bad and against humans. The present is written in stanza, while flashbacks or memories from Lovegreen's journal is in bold and italicized. Please, please, please comment opinions and corrections!Concluída
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This collection of poetry is my story. This is all the things I struggle or struggled with within myself, and most of these things I've overcome. The purpose of this collection is to help y'all understand that you're not alone. Enjoy.Concluída
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