| "Alone" Trapped inside the dark, No where to go. No one to talk to, You are your own foe. Chained like an animal, Left outside. Begging for mercy, And crying inside. Behind a mirror, Where no one can see. How hurt you are, And how sad you can be. The blood in the sink shows how you feel. No one can see that The pain is so real. No one knows that Your sadness grows bigger. Tears pour down, As you pull the trigger. |
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Love itI feel your hands in my hair. I feel your breath on my neck. I feel your body pressed so close to mine. I feel your lips on my throat. I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine. I feel you and I love it.Love it
I hear you say you love me. I hear you whisper my name. I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you. I hear your breath in my ear. I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep. I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms. I see your face break through my world of darkness. I see you fight away my fears.
by ~fallenpoeticlover
DawnThe start of day, the end of night, The glorious glow of golden light, The sunrise brings a new daybreak, As slowly, from our sleep, we wake.Dawn
Long shadows fall across the ground, Sweet birdsong echoes all around, The moon and stars dissolve and fade, Into the sky's sun-touched blue shade.
The damp dew on the lush green grass, Tranquility, hard to surpass, Light shining through the morning haze, The dawn - a prologue to our days.
by ~Mattachu
BiteMy teeth bite through the rosy skin, So I can eat the tasty flesh, It quells the hunger deep within, A juicy apple, crisp and fresh.Bite
by ~Mattachu
Abandoned BuildingThe breeze blows through the empty window frames, And flutters past the curtains, frayed and torn, A cold day, yet the hearth contains no flames, A garden filled with nettle, weed and thorn, The big grandfather clock has ceased to chime, The ancient wooden staircase creaks no more, The grey wallpaper failed the test of time, An old, moth-eaten rug lies on the floor, A tea set on the table, cracked and chipped, The path is being swallowed up by trees, The sheets upon the beds are stained and ripped, The door is swinging open in the breeze. Whatever could have happened to tAbandoned Building
by ~Mattachu
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| I'm Jasmine. I love to draw, write, paint, play guitar, and sing. If you wanna know something, just ask. |
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- Current Residence: Buffalo
- Interests: Drawing, writing, playing guitar, and piano.
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta, Half Baked, Eurotrip, Mirrors, The Devil's Rejects, House of 1000 corpses, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: I like so many bands...if you wanna know, ask.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Reggae, Indie
- Favourite style of art: Photography, Pointilism
- Personal Quote: We're only given today and never promised tomorrow...
- Email: jasminemowery@yahoo.com
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