* UNTITLED *
As this life of mine slowly starts to thrive on what I've been desperately awaiting, for just once that feeling of being able to intake such air, it consumes my entire body. So unbearable, yet feeling life like no other. Though as my life has it I come to a dead end, right when I thought I was free. Maybe my purpose in this life, in this time is meant for a deeper purpose. For one day it will be known. Then life will finally begin...Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Blood Shed | 1 | 12/10/2010 |
| MY PAIN | 1 | 12/07/2010 |
| BLINK OF AN EYE | 1 | 12/07/2010 |
| A QUOTE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| THOUGHTS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| BREAKING WALLS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| TURN | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| * UNTITLED * | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| * UNTITLED * | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| PRESSURE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| THIS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| BROKEN | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| ETERNITY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| FALLING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| FEAR | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| THE MIRROR | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| IT | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| MY BEAUTY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| REFLECTION | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| PAINFUL THOUGHT | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| KNOWING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| NOTHING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| AWAKENING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| FORSAKEN INNOCENCE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| REALITY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
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