Words have always been my release from the world. Wether it be through a book or song or poems, words have comforted me, guided me and helped me make sense of my emotions. I found this site in the 6th grade hoping to find a haven. Ever since, I have come here for the same reason. To read, to write, to feel. |
Sweaty palms
Quaky knees...
Remember...
that kiss under the snowy sky...
The ringing phone
Brings a call of loss...
Echoing in the darkness
Through the blackest years...
How many times did I tell you before
Someday you were gonna walk out the door...
So often I've retreated to memories of my past,
that the present becomes a mirage...
Underneath the smoky veiled stars of night
I shiver as I wander the road of my memories...
I'm not the kind of person
to wallow in self-pity...
Betraying hope for lonliness
I walk the line or insanity...
The deathly wind that sighs
and reaks of pain and anguish...