Submissions by Frosty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Rebuilding
After that fight I am forced to try and rebuild the walls that were brought done in the war. Your kind forced the walls that i rebuilt, the walls that are up now. Your kind broke me once but i wont give into your kind to break my walls again. Stay on your side and ill stay on mine.
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Broken and Empty
Broken and empty feels like a pain you cant forget. I live in this world right now full of broken love.
Right now i wish somebody could save me from this broken heart i have for the girl that i love.
The only person that could save from this pain right now is her. I dont know how long im going to feel this pain but its taring me apart in side.
Sometimes i can barley breath and i need to breath to see her face again.
This pain feels like no other pain i have ever felt.
Save Me From This Pain
Right now i wish somebody could save me from this broken heart i have for the girl that i love.
The only person that could save from this pain right now is her. I dont know how long im going to feel this pain but its taring me apart in side.
Sometimes i can barley breath and i need to breath to see her face again.
This pain feels like no other pain i have ever felt.
Save Me From This Pain
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The Evil Poem
Evil is with in us all and around us we feel it, hear it and sometimes see it but no one is evil
Evil is amoung us, it plays with our minds and our actions. Evil is all around us taunting everybody into being evil and letting go the good inside of them.
The Good inside of people is fading fast. No one can stop it. No one can see it but some can hear it through the dead of the night
Through the dead of th night, through the pouring rain I can still hear you I can still see you. I can hear your voices talk to me loud or silent I can hear you.
Evil is amoung us, it plays with our minds and our actions. Evil is all around us taunting everybody into being evil and letting go the good inside of them.
The Good inside of people is fading fast. No one can stop it. No one can see it but some can hear it through the dead of the night
Through the dead of th night, through the pouring rain I can still hear you I can still see you. I can hear your voices talk to me loud or silent I can hear you.
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