Gemeinde Remchingen
Sitting alone
Darkness mire
Dungeon likeness
Not desire
Dreary graynes
Drizzle drops
Depression sizzles
Unlikley stops
Stell oppression
Sounds obscure
My succession
Noting sure
Hell bent feeling
Paralyzed fear
Saddness stealing
Cannot lear
Empty eyes
Stare all around
Looking cold
Without a sound
My own home
So far away
Don't know it I
Can wait a day
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Piper | 4 | 05/27/2009 |
| Little girl | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| Life | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| The Abyss of Depression | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| Final Destination | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Broken Marriage | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
| Gemeinde Remchingen | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Metamorphosis | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| I Love | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
| Being Hurt | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Ashley | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Conversation with God | 2 | 05/24/2009 |
| This Day in Germany | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| My Illness | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| I Love | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| My Conversation with God | 0 | 05/16/2009 |
| Ashley | 0 | 05/16/2009 |
| Being hurt | 2 | 05/16/2009 |
| I Love | 0 | 05/12/2009 |
| My illness | 5 | 05/12/2009 |
| The past is gone | 2 | 05/12/2009 |
| This Day in Germany | 2 | 05/11/2009 |
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