Tags Drown
Hang Me, Dear DarlingA Poem by Manuel A HurtadoA poem. |
Parallel ParadoxA Poem by peculiarAnother freely written piece drafted on a rainy sunday afternoon as I became entranced by the soft drizzle. This reverie spawned in me yet another ins.. |
Tide.A Poem by RayYou are the rising tide and you’ve caught me by surprise.Darling, just let go. I don’t want to drown.Please don’t take me downwith y.. |
Thin ScreenA Poem by EliottJust a song |
DrownA Poem by FlamingPhoenix...in shackles... |
Accidental suicideA Poem by potatoShe hitHer headAndDrowned.It’s what The cops said,WhenThey foundMy body,DownBy theLake.It is whatIt appears,Is it not?A girl,Always,So happy,And.. |
Edited Version of Melodic Choir of ScreamsA Story by Taylor MartinThe shore line is quite a beautiful place in the day time. Rays of sunshine peek through the clouds, and the golden grains of sand glitter like Glind.. |
Don't Drown YourselfA Poem by Elie MarieDon't drown yourselfListenReach out a handtake a deep breathListen to the truthYour heart is trying to tell youDon't drown yourself.Don't drown yourse.. |
afraid to drownA Poem by Pax............. a type of monologues i guess.... |
Sailor's WoeA Poem by AnnaCast the net out,the waters are disturbed by the storm.Rolling waves crashing into themselves,the depths are dark and swarm with only shadows.Draw the.. |
ShotA Poem by AnnaYou shot through the breath of history.A red rusted bullet through the heart of old memory,ripping into the closely sewn fabric of the darkest past.It.. |
Neptune's FuryA Poem by Athena MarieThe angry sea in you and me. |
Chapter IA Chapter by gnarlymThere are tales whispered across pillows and passed from grandmother to granddaughter for numerous generations. She was beautiful, with hair black lik.. |
A Crack in the HoleA Poem by Angela SparksI cry Every night Thinking I'll make it right My soul aches for more As my heart begins to soar Yet the same thing crashes me down Making my.. |
BlueA Story by SilvertideA recount of a sad event |
Stuck In The RewindA Poem by AnnaStuck in this skin-though the sun is burning-the flame is swallowing-and an old attitude rises again.I don't want to leave-though the tide is pulling-.. |