| This is my favourite of all my poems. It was written for a certain ex-boyfriend who almost killed me, and I don't mean that in a suicidal way... but anyway, do read, I am very fond of this one |
| This is my favourite of all my poems. It was written for a certain ex-boyfriend who almost killed me, and I don't mean that in a suicidal way... but anyway, do read, I am very fond of this one |


LifeThere's so much in this emptiness, And we're consumed by loneliness, You can reach out, but your fingers grasp at nothing - She's just a shell of what was once worth loving.Life


This Is For YouI wish that I could write down every word, Everything, Every beautiful emotion that you have released in me. But every time, I seem to choke and die upon them, And they are lost forever. Sometimes I just want to make you see Just how beautiful you are, How I am dying inside, Because I can't quite believe everything that's happened, And because I don't always want to believe it, In case it all crumbles into nothing. But I love you, And you said you loved me. And I trust you. I am happy just lie again, Under the empty black sky, Where the starsThis Is For You


The FerrymanBe wary, child, Who watches the ferryman, For you have no doubt heard the tales, Of the ones who stray too close to the shore And are dragged down beneath the waves.The Ferryman
Be cautious, child, Who watches the ferryman, For you have surely heard the tales, Of the ones who lose themselves in the mists, Never to be seen again.
Be mindful, child, Who watches the ferryman, For you must have heard the tales, Of the ones who run home screaming, Their faces deathly pale.
Be careful, child, For here comes the ferryman, Gliding softly thr
| These are my collection of macabre poems, as well as Lord of the Rings and H.I.M. fan-fictions. Please have a look through them and tell me what you think |


Emo poemHe sits hugging his knees into his chest Wondering why its himself and not someone hes clinging to At least hes outside in the rain Where no-one can see the tears shed of his pain. Hes been hurt since forever But no-one stops the malice And as this poor boy cries at home His faith in humanity shatters and crumbles to dust. He stares down past his knees onto the floorEmo poem
Seeing what no-one else could see The torn up pieces of his broken heart Lying in Neglect, Irreplaceable, Unfixable Uncared for Why he says why it is me? He reaches into his poc
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"Until I see cleavage, I'll assume they stand up to take a piss."
"I'm like a cat, I always end up on all fours."~Jensen Ackles
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"At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets." ~ Oscar Wilde
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"Until I see cleavage, I'll assume they stand up to take a piss."
"I'm like a cat, I always end up on all fours."~Jensen Ackles
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« Grab The Bull By The Horns »
......the old adage goes......
Nobody tells you where to go from there!!
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"At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets." ~ Oscar Wilde
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I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
Johnny Rotten: "How could you hate Pink Floyd? It's like saying, 'Kill the fluffy bunnies'"
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"At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets." ~ Oscar Wilde
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I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
Johnny Rotten: "How could you hate Pink Floyd? It's like saying, 'Kill the fluffy bunnies'"
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keep writing, you have a good mode of expression that shan't leave you
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a voice inside my head breaks the analogue.
~Judas130
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"At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets." ~ Oscar Wilde
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