foxy

Black is darkness, misery, suffering, Black is death, But all I can remember is white. White walls, white floors, white coats, White blood cell counts. The lights washed out stone ...

He said "You're cold and I don't even feel bad saying that. I told you how much I cared and you said, nothing back. I've moved on, left you, in ...

I guess all I can really say about this is that sometimes I feel like this, and it really is overpowering. I don't know if any of you have felt ...

I’m sorry I’m changing I’m sorry if you don’t know me I’m sorry I’m different But it’s the way it has to be I’m sick of being so predictable Everyone ...

How far would I go for you? Maybe I’ve become immune The clock in my mind is set to June Who knew? Nature dies and seasons change Lives crumble and ...

The words register for the thousandth time in a mind where they are eternally trapped. A place where they can't escape. They try to wretch free, but only succeed in ...

You used to be my dearest friend, The one I told my secrets too. I thought we'd always be together, You used to be the one I loved, The one ...

A puppet pulled by her heart strings, Unless the strings do something out of the ordinary, you don't need to mention that the puppet is pulled by them, that's what ...

This is really sad... and I do not know what to say, so I shall keep my feelings out and review this as a normal poem. But first I want ...

This is a beautiful poem filled with sadness and grief but also alot of love and lost wishes! I only have one comment though: And you're too special to not ...

This is a beautiful poem, you showed your pain in a nice way, but I believe it was a litte too "simple". My point is that you have put down ...

“I finally know why I’m leaving.” Then with scissors she tinged the thread. We laid the quilt in the coffin, bowing our heads like bent book pages. The first procession: ...

If Hercules wanted fame, instead of life, if Gandhi chose to be selfish and ignore his people's plight. Where would we be, the blind and narrow leading the minded, forget ...

I am seething, the roiling bubbles overtaking the pot. My eyes fill with tears, My mouth with foul words. The paper is blank, creamy white, a relief. Blue lines crisp ...

Wow, this is deep, I have to be honest with you. I really like it, and you paint a clear picture of what you're interpreting with your words. I've read ...