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Theemptychild
Welsh
Side glances, worried eyes Your so cute Words of disguise Are you ok? Please wipe your eyes Flippant speech Don't wan't to impeach Solemn stares And hidden cares Wait and Support Don't want to be fought Tactful words That may not get through Muttered through rosé Long overdue
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Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Echo's Survive
You were told: "You are tougher than you think," When in fact that is a lie. You are only as tough As you think you are, So think great thoughts, And be as tough As you know.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
Tougher than you think
Palms sweaty Legs weak Fingers tremble Feeling bleak Eyes closed Lungs tight Can't breath Won't fight Heart racing Completley hapless Cold flashes Eternal blackness
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
Last words
Look into my heart, and then my mind and you will be as confused as I am. 2 tribal wars constantly fighting, both knowing they're right. My hearts tugging trying to show me whats best. My minds screaming, forcing me to see sence. Bullets shooting through my mind, overwhelming me with confusion. machetis slashing through my heart causing me internal agony. And through this all I smile, and laugh be the happy child with no worries at all. Who could guess whats under this smile? See the tears that are constantly hidden? Too afraid to come out they will never be understood.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC
Torn
We havent had any food all day, and my kids are resting in the hay. with no money for a bed, thats all they got to rest thier head. I have to see the miller now, how I'll pay him i dont know how. All i want is a loaf of bread, just so i know that my children will be fed. My husbands no-where to be seen, no time to wonder where hes been. I hope it doesn't end in caught, the lord aint a man who wants to be faught. At the end of the day, i guess its ok. and with a lack of food and a poor tum, every-one seems to groan at mum.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 10:49 AM UTC
A medieval womans life
Why do i always make mistakes? When can i just get it right? Why do i have to be tested? When will i ever be trusted? Why am i the strange outcast? Where can i just fit in? Why am i always the one to ask the questions? When will i ever be told some answers?
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 10:10 AM UTC
Answer me
Every night when I'm in bed and all has gone to sleep I close my eyes and think of dreams then rest my sleepy head. Then that night when no one sees I fly off far away. To meet my friends in the land of nod untill the verry next day.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 6:21 AM UTC
The land of nod
My heart is beating, but i am not alive. Being alive is but a mere memory to me. I cry, I feel pain, I hate no longer. I laught, I feel joy, I love no longer. For you cannot have one, without the other. I am a corps, waisting through life. Only existing. I long to have these feelings back. without these i am not human. When i dream, I am alive. I see him, I see us. We live together till we're old. We die together, everythings by his side. But its too late for that now, too late for me. And so I go on, long after I should. Existing. When I wake, I come crashing back to reality, and so sleep, is the only place i can live... With the stars as my witnesses, I shall enter eternal sleep. Once again, a love wrecked life shall end the easy way out. 'o happy dagger ! this thy sheath, there rust, and let me die.'
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 6:10 AM UTC
Existing