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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Men vs Women
Women are scorned and hated for thinking that fact is obvious.
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.
Alpha and Omega: The Outlanders Chapter 3
Tony scorned. "to be our best secret from the northern pack."
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.
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?"
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.