n/a
Spinning, swirling,
spiraling down.
There’s finally no one
left around.
Lightning will split the sky
as it flashes,
and thunder’s heard
as it crashes.
Will anyone
hear me screaming?
Or should I just
go back to dreaming?
Dreaming of my
one and only,
the one who
will rescue me.
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 |
| Progression of Life | 4 | 09/09/2009 |
| Never Forget | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Muse | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Betrayed | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Dad | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
| The Day I Lost You | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
| Everytime | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
| Falling | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| n/a | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Life's Lessons | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
| Light | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| My Emo Poem | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
| Over It | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Perceptions | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Silence | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Sleep & Wake | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| I Lost You | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Darkness | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| n/a | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Victory | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Breath | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Lost to Yourself | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Anxiety | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Isolation | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Waiting | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
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