My Glass Is Forever Half-Empty
past but just when i feel like i've one this war i'm reminded that the feeling will never last.
A Broken Mirror
Insecurities wash over me due to my past. maybe it has influenced me to think like this. the memories will live on until i die. that is not a lie. it cannot be erased.
A Waking Nightmare
This is jus a little poem i wrote whilst sitting in the dark and thinking about my past. i tried to desrcribe in poem form what occaisionally happens to me while i'm alone. hope you guys liked it! please comment and rate!
When My Brethren Call
Not a single bit of regret remains, i leave my past behind. no longer locked to an ungrateful body, allowed the freedom to run where i wish. part of the pack, part of the family, i can no longer feel alone. i feel strong. i feel free.
It needs work.
I am not proud of my past. but the person who i am now will forever last. i like to bring a smile to my friends' faces. even though it is hard to create some even paces. yes i know i am short. but if you give a damn you can deport.
Unexpected Love- Part 2- The Day After (part 2)
That is why you know almost nothing of my past or parents... my parents died and hated me, and alot of my life i was locked up and abused." tears started to come from kevin and ty pulled him close, embracing him and conforting him.
Move-meant...
Long before my time, i keep emotions close at heart dependent on the dim lighting i reach out for someone i've been mentally fighting beside a bed as breath is taken so sure i think back at my sickness, & how i seem to have found a cure deleted from my
As I Watch
Is this retribution from my past or is this some curse that has forever to last all of the venomous words i said will forever be replayed in my head.
random poem
I feel like my heart is missing from my chest, i cant feel it beating any more, i can only feel the heaviness of my female areas which define what and who i am.. uncared fore and un changed yet i look through the mists of my past, trying to find my
Inside myself
..... it's....my blood colored grandfather clock im running out of time...to knock i have nothing i am nothing but a mysterious slime, that's anything but a shock because i can't cry all because of my past crimes but
Starlight - Stargazing
Rather then breaking into an argument over the irrelevance of the topic, i decided to wet katie's desire to know more about my past and nodded in agreement. "do you wanna go first or do you want me to?"
Poem of the past at last.
I know i will be looking on the future and ever making my past look like breakable glass, smashing through it so i can be happy at last.