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Something Else
When I; some way some day, became and become; in a state of pure, and uttermost bliss, it doesn't last? I'd guess that'll be right, whereas I would proceed forth into our vast universe's magnetic field. From within my body's, mind's soul. Wonderous, bright, powerful love - vibrations of positivity. Looking forward to finding an elusion. The way to the path. To elude the fate. The right of way; me being me. On this day, I can be free, free to love, to feel; if only able to achieve what’s been so close.
Kennee MariePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSo Far Away
Although I am Surrounded by Thousands of people, I feel that I stand alone. They scream your names, But I am completely silent.
Arianna JordanPublished 7 years ago in Poets'Halloween 3': Who Needs Michael Myers?
Hello, and welcome back to Second Chances where I talk about things that deserve another shot. There are few horror movies that have been more influential than John Carpenter's 1978 classic Halloween. The story of babysitters terrorized by the psychopathic Michael Myers on Halloween night became the template for almost all the slasher flicks that came out afterward. It was also a massive success, taking in $70 million worldwide on a budget of only $300k. Naturally, sequels were wanted by the studio, but Carpenter and his co-producer Debra Hill didn't want to rehash the Michael Myers story over and over. So they struck a deal with the studio. The second would continue from the original's cliffhanger, and the follow-ups would present new stories. That deal gave us Halloween 3: Season of the Witch.
Adam WallacePublished 7 years ago in HorrorTo Whom It May Concern
you took my power when you took my heart yet I gave it willingly then you smashed it to pieces like the windows that you broke
Ailyna RedbirdPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThief of Love
I have borrowed memories from those who close their eyes when they kiss, stolen the melting substance that unites lovers. I have ripped off the tears of unrequited love from those virgin faces. I have walked on the footprints of those too scared to give life a chance.
Marco GrittiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWinter
There’s ice in my veins and a fire in my soul There’s no love left just this icy cold winter you left inside me I was yours for the taking
Charlie MilesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Burning Truth
So many feelings, anger, hate and fear. These are all wrapped up in my confusion of my past and the key to my future. Man how I want to be in front of you sometimes just so you feel what I feel and really hear.
Shani KennyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Woman In Love
I want to be touching you and to be a flower or something else as sweet and open the poem and I are tongue tied arguing about which metaphor to use
Ella QueenPublished 7 years ago in Poets