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Floating though out the wings, Wind between the creases Life at a standstill, for the precious winged one Abruptly Pierced. Broken at last, fallen he has become, Amongst the skin of another, Red, flowing quickly from finger to finger. Each precious wing soon disappear Floating along a string, attach...

hey i liked ur poem... its so true... but it needs description ... i can't really be the one to talk cuz i have trouble with descriptive stuff... but i understand now.. that poetry really does need to be more in depth.. or it just sounds like prose....good job though

There’s a heaven here tonight, standing alone, a miracle upon us all. As he walks towards the world, they fall into laugher one by one. He cannot understand the joke, yet laughs along with them seizing the laughter. Why is he laughing? One asks. Why is he happy? Each one of them walks away with a se...

i liked it.... but i unno something about it could be fixed lol... that doesnt really help but i just can't put my tougne on it right now... but if i can find it ill post again

yah toe ....
the suicide or leaaving was the point... its which ever way out you would feel best would fit yourself as u read

i got that it has to do with smoking... but i think that it can also apply to other aspects... u prolly weren't aiming for that at all ... but i enjoyed it because of that

what is bitumen????? is that the asphalt???.... besides me not knwing what that is ... i enjoyed ur short poem

i enjoyed ur poem alot, for it is extremely true, like annie cat said. It leaves alot of room for imgination. keep on writing ..... ilookalikeadragon

Here again, I find myself Going back to what I know Back to the undesired pain Which you afflict upon me My wrist screams to leave this Yet my body won’t leave you You’re the only thing That makes me whole Yet brings me down With every strike of your hand With every word you speak I fall upon my kne...

Unaware of his surroundings, yet deep inside he screams about the world around him, he continues on, with no care in the world, going with what he thinks he knows. Stares all around him pointing and laughing at him, the ridicule begins yet never ending. He can’t see, his world is still bright as it ...

She’s killing herself Little by little It doesn’t take long For the effect to begin Yet sooner for it to be gone The beautiful snow Turns her ugly She’s killing herself Her body fades away Drowned in white Her life turns Crystal is it all She’s killing herself Aware of it Again she turns to it Her l...