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The coolness of the silver blade against my arm Is so calming I quickly press and slide it against my bisep The heat of the warm scarlet blood oozi..

Confusion is inevitable, understanding is incredible

I need somethingI need someone someone to tell my fearssomeone who will dry my tearssomeone who will be therewhen I am scaredHe doesn’t need to ..

This is about a funeral I attended when I was 6 for a little girl in my town who had passed away due to a chronic illness.

This was one of the more coherent poems I wrote about my grandfather's death last october

just a little Something I found in an old notebook of mine

A short poem I wrote the other day

A short piece I wrote a while back

Ensconced by the shivering cold I feel nothing but worthless and old The birds still chirp and sing But I am deaf The flowers bloom But I am blin..

Eyes narrow Lips purse Head begins to hurt Mind explodes in angry notes Malicous and mean Good thing thoughts can't be seen Hand on hip Tapping..