Tags Agony
Through the Depths of DespairA Poem by Adam M. SnowThrough the depths of despair; where we are drowning in air; consumed by hate and fear. We're tormented and scorn; as if we're not born; and death is .. |
SuicideA Poem by JulieThoughts fill my headwill I die tonight?I need to get rid of the painIt's the only way to win this fight.I picture this suicide very clearI have a fee.. |
Morning EmberA Poem by Adam M. SnowI arose from my slumber with haste of morning ember; to be greeted by a knock on my chamber door. "Who's there?" I said as I am greeted with an; outst.. |
Broken LullabyA Poem by Adam M. SnowAwaken the children, let them see, all agony's within, and perhaps just maybe, they would lose all hope, all their dreams, all feelings would cope, no.. |
Agony WithinA Poem by Scarlet LetterI just express what I feel.... |
My GodA Story by Emma WoodhouseMy bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me Saying to me all day long, "where is your God?' - Psalm 42:10 |
Entry NineA Story by DiscombobulatedOctober 14, 2010 - 5:17pm |
Kory's deathA Story by AchingAlexandraKira's twin sister avenges her sisters death. Kory, their older brother, is the one who killed Kara's best and only friend. |
The VoiceA Story by Adam M. SnowEver heard of the things that go bump in the night? When you are alone how it stirs up a fright, The night's all calm in vespertine stillness, But tha.. |
JVL: Chapter ElevenA Chapter by rGrasses brushed merely as high as halfway up black legs, making the black form exposed, and violent wind full of chill ruffled he.. |
Misguided Soul 2A Poem by KiUsing this as a personal poem to turn in for school. |
RequiemA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe darkness blooms on this cold still night, Loneliness I wait; I wait for time to take flight, But loneliness I wait; lost forevermore, |
summer depressionA Poem by aspenhoney glazed lips shine in the sunlight,petals of wish flowers float delicately in the atmosphere.a sweet serene smile bunches up her cheeks,melting a.. |
A Sunflower in the ShadeA Poem by Adam M. SnowO' ye Countess draped in sorrow, Grasping fear of coming morrow. With eyes like those of torment slave, Sad innocence, yet herself she gave. |
Without A DoubtA Poem by nevershoutnever.UGH!!!!!!!! |