• Poem
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  • Alone
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  • Fear


    The rain seeps to my bones
    Where are my shoes
    Where is my home
    My house
    It never was a home
    Why am I wearing a tanktop
    And shorts
    When did it start raining to begin with
    It’s really cold
    Really really cold
    I’m shivering
    When did my knees hit the concrete
    Where am I
    I’m cold
    Cold isn’t a place
    Here’s a question
    When and why did I leave
    I’ve lost myself again

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

    xefire’s Poems (30)

    Title Comments
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    lines 1
    I won't let you back in. 0
    Eating Me 2
    NO! 0
    flicker 0
    HER 0
    I wish I knew how to say good bye 0
    One thousand times 0
    equalizer 2
    there is nothing I can do 0
    The Good Child 0
    Earth 0
    and i don't say a word 1
    ode to death 0
    you're gone now 0
    dead tree 0
    Marissa.. 0
    Snow white 0
    Listen 1
    Because she is me 0
    Delecate Flower 0
    Alphabet 0
    She pulled up my sleeve 0
    It doesn't hurt 0
    Eyes that love 0
    I really do wish the best for you 1
    shudder 0
    Never upon a time 1
    Why? 0
    You'll be diapointed 0