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My Eyes...
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
Trapped in the confusion and pain instilled in my brown eyes, Can't get out. How I wish I could see past it. The pain weakens me. WEAK. The pain ..
No One Listens
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
My parents have become ammune to my voice. Lost in their needs an wants of me. Lost in their satisfactions. Lost in their desires. Lost in themsel..
Get The F**k Out Of My Jungle
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
Oh, how sneaky. Oh, how vindictive you are. You have been shipped away, yet there are still marks of your venom in my jungle. The poisonous snake l..
Statuesque
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
I can feel myself hardening. Turning to stone. No emotions. No time to feel. Just work. Work my emotions away. Work til I have none left. I am ..
Venting In Technicolor
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
uMMMM....[[reallly truthful...and tells where I am in life right now.]]
Too Much
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
Too many emotions. I'm lost in them. Would give my soul to be stripped of them. The pain, I would exchange for numbness. It's easier to be numb. ..
Now Playing: This Is What Dreams Are Made Of from ..
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
I’m sitting on a pier in Tybee Island. Everything is really beautiful. I’m sitting at a table by myself. [[looking out unto the Atlantic O..
To: My Little Sister [[African Gumdrop]]--->A.K.A ..
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
I see a light in you. It's so beautiful, so rare. You have so many abilities. So many talents. They're encapsulated in a wooden box. Sealed shut..
I\'m Breaking the Cycle
A Poem by
nocturnalbeast
I am not my mother's child. [[I refuse to be]] But I see myself in her. It makes me vomit. Ironically, she's the car that drove me to mia. So con..
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