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The End What is the point of being alive, It's all designed to make us cry. I look around and all I see, Is people living in misery...

Nature is angry that humanity is destructive.

The descent into madness

When we are young, our parents tell us Someday we will be grown. Someday we will move out on our own. Someday we will fall in love We will be hap..

Creepy

I am often taken for granted, But I sustain. I am made only of water, However my power can cut through stone. My sound is gentle, I can also cau..

When the sky looks like a painting And there's a cool breeze in the air The leaves on the trees are changing And there's ladies in boots everywhere..

Get back to nature.

I do not understand how a person can hate another To need to kill a sister or brother. To cause families to weep and grieve All because of what th..

A poem about a tortured, lonely soul.