Knurla

[pre]You're my heartsore. I ache terribly inside. Dwelling, stabbing, angst. Why do you insist on doing this to me? I can't help who you really are deep down. You've lied ...

I lie on the couch watching the curtains move slowly; my eyes are the only sense that I can trust now. I cannot feel him there anymore, I cannot hear ...

Look at her, standing there alone in the corner, eyes to the floor. She's so pathetic. All she wants is your attention, isn't she so pitiful? Don't flood her with ...

My mind is reeling.I feel sick,no, twisted.Everything is against me,every force of nature.What have I gotten myself into?There's never an end to just hurts.Over and over again,it's piercing my veins.P

There it is again,On my wall.How long has it been now?Two weeks?Why doesn't it move,or leave?I suppose it has no reason to live.If I see it one more time,I will ...

The scenery is beautiful, I can't get it out of my head.Green, black, blue, white and yellow; It's everywhere.Every time I look around, I see something new.Shift.The curves and the ...

I'm not really sure if this is poetry or not, but someone told me to write about a golden knife. So, here is my attempt:It's blade is heavy, sharpened to ...