As beautiful as the night sky and with eyes reflecting the moonlight. A kiss from her velvet lips entangles my mind and brings forth what was lost. Her mellifluous touch reconciles my blemished soul as luscious lips meet underneath the weeping willow.
Author: Putredinis
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Just getting some feelings out
( its not a poem, ) Sometimes when I’m all alone, I take off my mask and my face turns to stone. I start to think about my life, would it hurt if I died? Why do I keep living when the ones I need are so far away? Why is happiness something i don’t… Continue reading Just getting some feelings out
Feeble Minded
(POEM) A mind that is open… A mind that is naive… A mind that trust every person it sees… A mind that is weak… A mind that can’t trust it self… A mind that is abused… A mind that is confused… A mind that can’t see hate… A mind that don’t feel hate… A mind… Continue reading Feeble Minded
Feeble Minded
A mind that is open… A mind that is naive… A mind that trust every person it sees… A mind that is weak… A mind that can’t trust it self… A mind that is abused… A mind that is confused… A mind that can’t see hate… A mind that don’t feel hate… A mind that… Continue reading Feeble Minded
I just Need some Help…!!
yeah i just experienced something funny…i dreamt about a red cross…and when you took this red cross and moved your hand over it, it builds a wall that reflects the road but you can step into this wall…and then i woke up…..3 weeks later, i found a paper in my schoolbag….and the i found the… Continue reading I just Need some Help…!!
My Bestfriends Story
(POEM) Wearing a mask everyday, no one can see her real face. Smiling and laughing with her friends, everything looks perfect. But when she stands in her room all alone, she takes off her mask, and her face turns to stone. A tear falls down her cheek, and she starts to cry. She doesn’t know… Continue reading My Bestfriends Story
Broken Dreams
My dreams are keeping me awake. The horrors i see. From a distant pass. Myself as a child. Being hit and burned. Being Tortured. Don’t blame me for being so sad. Don’t blame me for hating everyone. I told you my story. But still you forget. I see no beauty in life. But still i… Continue reading Broken Dreams
Iron-Flower
The iron-flower closes, never to be opened again. Inside, the darkness rests, only to be awakened again. Once it was open, the sun beams hurt it, and it will never open again. It drinks from the ground, polluted water.
The Lick of Attention
Attention nests inside you… It is your friend.. Attention lifts you up… It makes you happy..
The blindfolded
We walk around in rows, our eyes are of glass.. We see the world behind a world of blindness… We live in an illusion…