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some suggestions would be nice Take the time to look at their facessome suggestions would be nice by ~darkdemonicprincess
Your missing daughter
Your runaway son
Your drug addicted mother
Your gambling father
The boxes lining the alleys
Claiming what little they can
The cold claiming both breath and life
Skin stretched across brittle bones
Ragged edges clutched tight
Emptiness growls in the dark
Gaunt cheeks like skeletons creep in the night
Mothers hugging frozen corpses close
The monster inside eating alive
A single coin dropped in the gutter
This is your life
This is my life
This is our lives
Lets live them
In our box in the alley
class freewrite poem Class freewrite poemclass freewrite poem by ~darkdemonicprincess
I whipped out my
You know what
He wrote childrens book
A capital F
Open the box again
Than whose to blame
We spin crazy shhhh…
Echos off the mountains
Unquestioning real
Theres no such thing
Make me feel
My chiken bone ribs
We are organisms
Shadows and reflections
Bright lights await
My tongue swallowed whole
A harsh brittle breeze
I have created myself
My journal says starfox(yogi bear never wins)
Make me smile
The Deserted Island The deserted islandThe Deserted Island by ~darkdemonicprincess
The deserted island
Is a home
Home to the souls
Of the isolated
The unwanted
The ones called
Fat, ugly, and nerdy
The Goths, punks, and emos
The ones everyone judges
Before getting to know them
The banished
How the outcast feel
When abandoned on the island
Is not sadness or anger
It’s not fear
That they were unsuitable
But love
A love that is greater
Than one could possibly imagine
They are happy and content
They have finally found a place
Where they can belong
Where they will not be beat on
For their differences
Where they are not made fun of
Because they have all been through
The
conviction of a disease Conviction of a Diseaseconviction of a disease by ~darkdemonicprincess
The infections of the world destroy
Our sense of Individuality
The young girl walking down
The street
Glaring
Out from a fringe of bangs
Being laughed at
Because her clothes aren’t the Ones
In the windows she walks by
She sees herself differently
Diseases wrecking our physiological
Immune systems
Breaking through
The carefully Erected barriers
The young girls mind whirls and twirls
Seeking a refuge it can’t find
Helplessness drowns watchers of this
Evidence of society’s crimes
Like a jury waiting to convict the judge
Society slowly wins the case.
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