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The rage consumes, it burns so hot; Obliterating rational thought. A cathartic feeling to ease the pain. A hateful obsession in my brain. Hateful...
No, you can not use my poem
The best is gone, it’s sad to say, the darker side is all that’ll stay. It was too good to actually be real, and now I have nothing left to feel....
Time moved on and people changed, because of which I’m now estranged. Life moves on and passes by, and here I stand asking why. People come and...
Tenth Log One of the normal patrols returned today. They were shaken terribly. While out in the forest foraging and patrolling the paths we...
So you're rewriting it in a publishable manner, but aren't writing it any longer on account of you quitting writing? You're a retard. PS. TL;DR.
Seventh Log Twelve has lost it completely. He had sunken into a coma. He hasn’t moved, or blinked, or anything. He just lies there. But then...
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I've mulled over both of these in my head while working, and jot them down as I get the chance. Which is good, because it keeps me going over and...
Back before this had begun When we first met I tried to run And then each day you tried anew To make me see that special you Everyday I’d run away...
Thanks Bob, appreciate the compliment, because both of us know that I more than competent enough to write that. Your sarcasm and bitterness merely...
True Shol, the speed and inflection with which I say it to myself makes it flow perfectly. But it's relatively impossible to convey those aspects...
No Cow, I definitely don't write poetry often. I don't write often in general, to be completely honest.
Poem I wrote. Rough still, didn't edit it in the slightest. Wrote off the top of my head. No one loved me, no one cared. Isolation left my...