There’s a time in life when we all are young, enjoying the sun and the small features of life that surround us. We didn’t stress, we didn’t have any worries because we were too young to understand those parts of life.
By Shanece McCormick3 years ago in Motivation
I remember the feeling The feeling of the warmth Now the cold embrace of needed healing Icicles to the heart like thorns
By Shanece McCormick4 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I’m afraid of everything around me Another empty night fulfilled with empty bottles How can you expect me to be ok?
__________💔__________ For all my life all I knew was pain and hurt My feelings meant nothing, I was treated like dirt
Pain and agony feeling my pulse Blood river down my veins Shattered glass like a death field Screams of an eagle for help
🍃🌸 🍃Magical Door🍃🌸🍃 My heart is a magical door It leads to the never land beauty and pure Trees whisper through the air
Hello! I am new to this as you can see so I thought I would start off with a poem I wrote on the movie and book "The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas" Hope you enjoy!
Heart breaks from dusk to dawn Tears drip to the sound of silence The pain staggering in my stomachs depths The thoughts of finger tips
Emptiness laid stone cold How can I be broken when I was never whole? How can I feel hurt when pain is all I hold? Water ripples of my tears drip with a meaning left behind