Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
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Three times I had the lust to kill,Featured Shared Story
Very well written but a very disturbing situation. Powerful and powerfully sad.
Poem About Cutting Wrists
Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything fades.
Fashes of light come by, one, by one. ...Featured Shared Story
Hi Leah! I hope you're better now. It's hard going through the things you are going through. But I can tell you that yes you'll be happy. Life is a series of good and bad moments. Some bad...
Confused With What's Happening
you are trapped in a cage..
no one sees it.. not even you..
you don't know what it's made of..
you don't even know where it came from.. ...Featured Shared Story
I really like this, I was thinking of getting a tattoo for my 18th of a bird cage with the door open but as the bird tries to fly it is still chained down and I thought this poem actually...
Wanting Depression To Go Away
Depression is here every day,
And it never goes away.
Go away! I yell into the dark,
As if someone is there.Featured Shared Story
Ok love, look. I know how it feels when you're so young but you only feel like ending it. I've been there, and I wanna tell you something, and it's the most cliche thing to say. Get help, and...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could countFeatured Shared Story
Wow! I like it! It is wonderful. I like nature and science. It's very interesting.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;Featured Shared Story
My grandfather, Henry Lorentzen, the pioneer artist of ND, LOVED Robert W. Service and would recite this poem from memory to entertain us grandchildren. He also produced a wonderful painting...
They watch the world
with open eyes.
They haunt the world
with an open mind.Featured Shared Story
I’m inspired by this poem because it speaks about how the world is, and I can see that the writer took her time to find just the right words to reflect the title.
This section said a lot...
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