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Georgia Grace Apr 2020
The news said it would be sunny,
Yet the sky is back by clouds.
Usually everything around me is all happy and aloud.
Yet there is not a whisper
not a sound.
Should I be worried?
Should I take that run?
Is it safe here?
Or
has something gone wrong?

The bird are chirping now,
Yet they resemble more like screams.
Why is the air now *****,  
When is has always been so clean!
The second part of my 15 year old self poetry. Haha not much has changed. Happy im finally getting back into it.
Georgia Grace Apr 2020
Spring has come around,
Yet there isn't any colour.
The walls are rumbling,
Yet the windows do not shatter.
My feet are planted firmly on the ground,
Yet I feel like I am floating.
What has happen?
What has become?
I was told all is fine,
Yet I want to run.
Found a poem I wrote when I was about 15 and thought I would add it in as a little series.
Was looking for my personal favourite poem but it seems to be lost. Sadly. But I found this little fella instead. So hope you enjoy the first snippet.
Georgia Grace Apr 2020
Linger in my presence,
Be a burden as it may.
I need you more then ever,
Just put the fist away.

I plea with you my devil,
One night that we could revel.
Just like the old days,
To hold me with that bold gaze.

Accompany me in my mundane life,
Make this day feel alright.
Talk to me tomorrow,
Just please remove this sorrow.
My short chat with my mind.
Georgia Grace Dec 2017
Our love is like quick sand.
Looks so innocent from the out side, so safe.
Little did I know it was eager to drag me under it's depths.
Manipulated my thoughts,
telling me to fight for this love.
But quick sand feeds of this struggle.
Lives on our problems , changes what we once percieved truth.
So now I  just sink , in this love.
Holding your unsettled hand on the way down.
Georgia Grace May 2017
Door now closed,
Like my pain within,
Holding back tremendous sin.
Body still,
Heart real slow,
Wish that I may be let go.
Staring at that little crack,
Seeing that it sees me back.
If I run,
will it follow.
All my pain and all my sorrow.
Can I escape this place within,
Where doors are lock with iron bars.
With cracks that flaunt their nasty scares.
Where I have always been,
The place I'v always known.
This place my brain, is no longer home.
I need to be let free.
So leave me be.
Georgia Grace May 2017
How I long to be lonely, with out truly being alone.
but my mind aches with confusion.
The people are there, with kind words,
occasional actions and Yet still  I am feeling isolated from connection.
feeling more then ever, alone.
Georgia Grace Jan 2017
Another year, another night.
Darkness is depressions light.
Numbness' is its new sound track.
With confused emotions last years attack.
Now to my alarm, full of dismay
It uncovers my mental doomsdays'.
Numbness is left me with out my emotions at all,
Now I'm the darkness it resides in.
With out emotions to confide in,
Am I even living when I feel dead?
Should I go and hang this head?
Or instead Am I dreaming my doomsday dreads?
For all I know , I'm numb.
Thus new year has brought new challenges
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