New Poetry Account
My stock account is crowne-stock
I decided to split off my literature/poetry to a separate account, the main account was getting too messy.
scarssome are scarred by love some are scarred by hate some are scarred by choice some are scarred by chancescars
some scars fade some scars expand some scars are hidden some scars are exposed
my scars are not what hurt merely reminders of that pain
my scars are the trophies badges of my survival
insomniaeyes wedged openinsomnia
awake but dreaming where my reality begins is lost on me shadows screaming stomach aching muscles spent so dark in this room yet so bright in my mind it wont stop wont rest wont let me drift off
to the safe place to the place where I can
stop the voices where the chaos abates that precious silence if only i could sleep
The Old And New RoadI’ve come though it all, And my resolve is still strong. With all my troubles, It has not faltered. And in each and every of my choices, It is yet to steer me wrong.The Old And New Road
Although at times I thought, All hope has been lost. And there could be no tougher, Than the path I tread on. I know now, the path I walked was the right one.
And I can look back, Upon the rugged and ruthless road, With a soaring soul, A happy heart, and a smile.
I can look back, and forth, And see what it was worth. And all the while I can s
BrokenBrokenBroken
One thousand pieces, of a whole, shattered. A mass of shards, by misery, scattered.
When I was young, life was so wonderful. It seemed to be perfection, but it couldn't last.
Now I'm weakened, carefully collecting the pieces. I begin to join them, filling in the gaps.
But cracks still remain, to show the imperfection. I'll never be the same, with a growing scar collection.
I am broken.
Scars -Pain No. 88.-ScarsScars -Pain No. 88.-
Scars are on us everywhere, Blinding what we see, The light and colors of the day, Bound in ebony.
Many came from love, Others came from hate, One is from an early fear, And that fear came too late.
This one’s `cause the kids at school, Tease me about my hair, This one’s `cause those who should, Just don’t seem to care.
This one’s now upon my heart, Because I could not let it out, I hold the tears and shut my eyes, While others scream and shout.
Is anybody listening? Can anybody see? Do th
Wow!
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The way, which can be uttered, is not the eternal Way. The name, which can be named, is not the eternal Name.
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