Submissions by XxDark_AngelxX (Princess Britton)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Good-bye
Tears of pain and tears of sarrow,
tears for a life that has no tomarrow.
Wipe the tears from your face,
she's now in a better place.\And just as a tear is joined by friends,
so was she, it's not the end.
You'll see her in your memory,
laughing, maybe yelling too.
And you'll know she left you to survive the flood
from the tears that flow, since she went above.
tears for a life that has no tomarrow.
Wipe the tears from your face,
she's now in a better place.\And just as a tear is joined by friends,
so was she, it's not the end.
You'll see her in your memory,
laughing, maybe yelling too.
And you'll know she left you to survive the flood
from the tears that flow, since she went above.
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A winters Moon
Under a winter's moon light glowing brightly upon
the snow-covered field. Aglow with dark
contrasting hues from houses and
tree cast shadows. A mixed scape between the
bright white drifts of the shape shifting snow.
As sand dunes do appear; Only these are made from
water ice. As the wind blows it lifts blue and silver
silty grains of ice that sparkle like stars above in
the lunar light. Layed upon this surface so bright
the snow-covered field. Aglow with dark
contrasting hues from houses and
tree cast shadows. A mixed scape between the
bright white drifts of the shape shifting snow.
As sand dunes do appear; Only these are made from
water ice. As the wind blows it lifts blue and silver
silty grains of ice that sparkle like stars above in
the lunar light. Layed upon this surface so bright
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Silence
I'm troubled by the silence in my ear
the tremble in my throat.
The loudness in my ideals.
My throat is thickened with grief
it sleeps with blindness.
My scraped arm is the mark of sorrow
riddled by delusion.
This cry that weakens the knee of the beggar
who scrambles from the wet silence of despair.
I feel trapped by the wolves that bite at the bitten.
Shake my hand,
feel my last pulse.
Weakness seems to be the keeper of my strength.
I look to fight in the hostel of my defeat.
The shock of my descent jostles my...
the tremble in my throat.
The loudness in my ideals.
My throat is thickened with grief
it sleeps with blindness.
My scraped arm is the mark of sorrow
riddled by delusion.
This cry that weakens the knee of the beggar
who scrambles from the wet silence of despair.
I feel trapped by the wolves that bite at the bitten.
Shake my hand,
feel my last pulse.
Weakness seems to be the keeper of my strength.
I look to fight in the hostel of my defeat.
The shock of my descent jostles my...
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I Express My Feelings
I express my feelings with verbs of words
That don't make sense,
I take my time with ignorant people like YOU!
I hate to see a
Innocent life go to waste unlike you!
I'm upbeat and observational,
I'm Dark and miscellaneous,
Like i said i express my words with
Feelings that don't
Make sense i don't love pain
I hate broken hearts
I'm just another wasted life might as well be
As you see another girl you played another heart
You broke another thing you just throw away
I'm tired,
So I express what don't make sense my feelings
And...
That don't make sense,
I take my time with ignorant people like YOU!
I hate to see a
Innocent life go to waste unlike you!
I'm upbeat and observational,
I'm Dark and miscellaneous,
Like i said i express my words with
Feelings that don't
Make sense i don't love pain
I hate broken hearts
I'm just another wasted life might as well be
As you see another girl you played another heart
You broke another thing you just throw away
I'm tired,
So I express what don't make sense my feelings
And...
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