I am

#2 of poems _i am cold and closed_ _i wonder what the after life holds for me_ _i hear the scornful comments that most people think of me_ _i see a baron wasteland pledged by the walking dead_ _i want to find true happiness in ones loving touch

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The Blind Rabbit (a poem)

Have i simply scorned a god? have i committed a sin? what travesty bears punishment of this caliber? answer me!" its words echoed to the world of light beyond which it couldn't know. an answer called back and rent it low.

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Intoned, Temptation

The world around her showed ceaseless scorn. many online felt-so. but she... _mein engel_... was not the same. she didn't blame everyone else. nor did she blame herself. "it's just how they are," she reasoned.

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Some Strings Attached

Hefting the container with scorn, he pulled the lid up, and blinked. a long twined length of dark brown rope. 'what the hell was this for?' he opined, eyes falling on a folded piece of paper.

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Why

I am scorned. and you let them put me in a cage. you let them reduce me. take away my worth. and you take credit for it. you let them take my teeth, my claws my guile and cunning.

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the youngins yearn

Poety our cities are torn and burned, as were are trying to find something for which we yearned, as these promises which are broken and scorned.

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Men vs Women

Women are scorned and hated for thinking that fact is obvious.

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Eternal Beauty

It is said every rose has a thorn, within its beauty lies this scorn, but you have no such thorn for me, your beauty is overwhelming and sets me free.

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Alpha and Omega: The Outlanders Chapter 3

Tony scorned. "to be our best secret from the northern pack."

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Kinira, Daughter of Kiara

Kiara, her mother, seemed to be the only one who acknowledged her as a member of the pride; otherwise, she was scorned and mocked, even by the younger cubs. kinira sobbed aloud, not knowing that kiara heard.

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White Rabbit/How, A Poem

White rabbit/how, a poem * * * they say that you were born, in some lab that you despise; tinctures of your scorn, dark red like old bowties. "how did you sleep?" "how do you feel?"

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Heaven Falls

To scorn? to jeer? none of that--and hogwash all. it's us; we hear and heed the call the need, the want, the hunger to cast judgement and be judged.

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