A Poem is a dream on paper; and a dream is an escape from reality |
I want to write a poem and I want it to rhyme,
I could sit all day and write but I simply don't have time.
Poems are my hobbies they're what I like to do,
Poems that have meaning; Poems that are true....
Posted by on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 19:20:00 GMT |
One lonely night |
She looked in the mirror; a tear fell down her face,
She tugged at her clothes; she needs to escape this place.
Her mascara has smudged, her hair a mess,
She looked at herself, shrugged; she couldn't ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 06:42:00 GMT |
A Teenage Philosophy on Life |
Empty and confused I lie on my bed,
With all these emotions and thoughts in my head,
Trying to understand what I'm being told,
I suppose I'll grow wiser as I grow old.
One step away from childhood, o...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 23:12:00 GMT |
Trapped |
Trapped within these four white walls,
I watch my world as it falls.
Day in, day out, I sit, I stare,
Is there anyone inside me? Am I really there?
Marching through the halls, their own black a...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 15:26:00 GMT |
