Terminal Girl

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  • Sadness
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  • Death
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  • Letting Go

    Terminal Girl

    Violet eyes

     

    Full of sadness

     

    Tears she cries

     

    On the verge of madness

     

    Her auburn hair

     

    In disarray

     

    She only wants

     

    To find the way

     

    The sun is too bright

     

    Darkness her friend

     

    She sits and she wonders

     

    When is the end

     

    The circles under her eyes

     

    Tell of her sorrow

     

    And she wonders if she wants…

     

    Another tomorrow

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    kdarcy commented on Terminal Girl

    08-11-2010

    Nice read, short and sweet, to the point, a shame too mny can relate to this. Be well
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    soulwriter commented on Terminal Girl

    06-05-2010

    A short story summing up all too many lives that are lived without being able to find or rediscover the happiness that must come from within. This piece is complete - the visual picture to the picture that is painted through words up the minds of the attentive readers! 10
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    Papa commented on Terminal Girl

    05-28-2010

    Is the end always bitter? Maybe not if you are looking for it. Darkness is not a good place to hide, with no light, it's to hard to find your way out. I like sad poems. I don't know why.
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    Chaos128 commented on Terminal Girl

    05-12-2010

    A moment of deep melancholy out of... how many? Great way to make the reader aware of a whole world of circumstances that isn't seen.
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    DeepEclipse commented on Terminal Girl

    03-12-2010

    Yes darkness never gets full. Never gets sated. Vicious cycle of circulating circles. Bending the soul's will in a never ending stillness. Good vent.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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