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Rebirth
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
The words left unsaid echo in volumes through this empty home where our souls and thoughts are left alone A scream; it is barely heard through the..
Haiku
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
The Light shines brightly from under an Iron door Clad in Spikes and Chains The Light goes out and My hope begins retreating And I am alone
The Truth About Love
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
If love were all there was to the world I would follow you to the end; Give up everything-- Just to be with you If love were all there was to t..
A Soft Slumber
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
I'm being taken to a world that exists only in the Darkest Corner I fight with every fibre and muscle against it I screamas loud I'm sure I'..
Life and Death
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
The answers stay the same Whether written on cheap paper napkins or embroidered with silk The past never happened and the futures never coming We..
Honesty Is Only The BEST Policy When The Truh Hurt..
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
Tell me once Tell me true Tell me "I love you" The best lie ever told Is the biggest secret ever kept I believed you Every line ever..
Happy Midnight.....
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
You never looked so good as you do tonight In that body bag, wrapped up tight. Get in my hearse, love We'll paint this city red With the blood o..
Children of The Curse
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
This dagger drips blood in vain on the corpses we have slain The flesh is under my nails and the blood is on your face It rubs off on me as we kis..
The Devil Gets What He Wants...Always
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
Its late and Im bored A walk to the graveyard should do I follow the winding path Admire the gnarled, bare trees. The moon is full and bright ..
A Sinner\'s Born Every Second
A Poem by
Mandy Moore
On the floor lie the beads From her rosary She brings a hand to her neck to feel where they were The freedom The bliss The sensation of being los..
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