"dround" poems - Hello Poetry

suddenly i begin to feel very cold. the hairs on my arms stand up and i feel someone standing behind me. i ignore it and keep sweeping up the glass until i feel an ice cold breath upon my neck. my eyes widen and i turn around very cautiously, it's her. she is very pail and has the sadest blue eyes i've ever seen. she looks so fragile and lost. i back away quickly as she slowly walks toarge me. "where am i?" she asks tilting her head in confusion. i am completly and utterly terrified. "i want to go home... i'm very afraid" she continues. my stomache starts to turn and my eyes fill up with tears, i can feel her sadness and it is overwhelming. i slamb the broom down and run as fast as i can. "charlotte, whats wrong?" my mother jumps. "where are you going?" i don't anwser her i just keep running. i don't think that she would understand if i told her that there was a dead woman in our kitchen asking me where she was. that's highly unlikely. our dog ottis begins to bark and wimper, the sound of his barking and my mother and fathers questions dround out all of the thoughts in my head as i run out of the door. i gasp for air and look back at the house, and the little old woman is standing there with my parents looking at me curiously. i blink and there is charlie sitting up in the old oak tree, looking down at me sadly. i run down the street, my father and mother calling after me. this is a nightmare. all of the neighbors watch me from there porches and windows. some look sympatheticly, others with disguist. i shake it off and keep running, unfortunantly, i've become used to this.

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC

socialcretin

Paranoid? part 9.

suddenly i begin to feel very cold. the hairs on my arms stand up and i feel someone standing behind me. i ignore it and keep sweeping up the glass until i feel an ice cold breath upon my neck. my eyes widen and i turn around very cautiously, it's her. she is very pail and has the sadest blue eyes i've ever seen. she looks so fragile and lost. i back away quickly as she slowly walks toarge me. "where am i?" she asks tilting her head in confusion. i am completly and utterly terrified. "i want to go home... i'm very afraid" she continues. my stomache starts to turn and my eyes fill up with tears, i can feel her sadness and it is overwhelming. i slamb the broom down and run as fast as i can. "charlotte, whats wrong?" my mother jumps. "where are you going?" i don't anwser her i just keep running. i don't think that she would understand if i told her that there was a dead woman in our kitchen asking me where she was. that's highly unlikely. our dog ottis begins to bark and wimper, the sound of his barking and my mother and fathers questions dround out all of the thoughts in my head as i run out of the door. i gasp for air and look back at the house, and the little old woman is standing there with my parents looking at me curiously. i blink and there is charlie sitting up in the old oak tree, looking down at me sadly. i run down the street, my father and mother calling after me. this is a nightmare. all of the neighbors watch me from there porches and windows. some look sympatheticly, others with disguist. i shake it off and keep running, unfortunantly, i've become used to this.

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I was drunk off pure MOONshine. Wishing I was kissing the face of it... A feeling like no other. An unexplainable wave that never ends. I was Klimbing the sky of infinity.. Why should I stop now? DiSKUMbobulating the audience in a lay low fashion. Dround them in passion and Keep living the life of soul and only soul. Worship the stars and everything above. Proceed to observe the unKnown. Question all but do not fear, for we are just souls trying to get along in this Love of sphere...

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC

D1JOE

THE GROOVIEST KINGDUMB

I was drunk off pure MOONshine. Wishing I was kissing the face of it... A feeling like no other. An unexplainable wave that never ends. I was Klimbing the sky of infinity.. Why should I stop now? DiSKUMbobulating the audience in a lay low fashion. Dround them in passion and Keep living the life of soul and only soul. Worship the stars and everything above. Proceed to observe the unKnown. Question all but do not fear, for we are just souls trying to get along in this Love of sphere...

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i cant fill the void, i cant pick up the pieces they have been destroyed. the world is cruel, my glass is half full, of ***** trying to dround out all of the worlds negativity. the demons screaming inside of me. i am cynical, and mental, i have been abused. i think i'm paranoid, i am so damaged, restless, reckless and confused. i have become completly mad, i live alone, broken i rant and roam, this darkness is the only light i've ever really had.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC

socialcretin

puzzled

i cant fill the void, i cant pick up the pieces they have been destroyed. the world is cruel, my glass is half full, of ***** trying to dround out all of the worlds negativity. the demons screaming inside of me. i am cynical, and mental, i have been abused. i think i'm paranoid, i am so damaged, restless, reckless and confused. i have become completly mad, i live alone, broken i rant and roam, this darkness is the only light i've ever really had.

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