Poems

By Living_Is_Dying

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I scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes... More

Memories
Eyes filled with fire
I've got so much
Maybe
This is me
I can't see
Speculations
Beauty
I scream
Out of my control
A fall of death
Waiting for you
A blissful lie
Alone
Battle
I don't believe you
The Voices
My Kitten
The Seasons
The Girl In The Mirror
Symptoms
Ink
Sunset
Lovers
As usual
True colors
Did you feel anything
A Note
Remember?
An unfinished story
Love
Voices
Blade
Colors
A swan
If you knew
I lie alone
Goodnight from above
Little girl
So familiar
As time went on
A question and a lie
Daily routine
My love
A girl I've never met
A lovely night
Deceiving
Family in the stars
I found you
Coffee
Cuts and scars
First shove, Second shove, Third...
Droplets
Tick. Tack. Tock.
Are you okay
Scared of the mirror
Broken hearts and melted steel
Cold as ice
Thoughts
Scared or Terrified
Pumping Blood
Counting to ten
A thousand
The sun and the moon
Silk
Glass shards
Home is where...
Moon light
Reality and dreams
Hush now
A night of love
Dear no one
Life
A cat
Beauty and the beast
Wish upon a star
Picture
Reality
Dreaming of
Madness
The last I see
Addiction
Angel
An empty hoodie
Back and forth
Mary had a little lamb
Mine. Theirs. Who's?
Capture this
Painting
Infinity and beyond
A shame
Words and actions
Offer
Tell me a story
Note
Best thing
The same
Choking
Endings

Compass

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By Living_Is_Dying

Life is like a maze.

A big, complicated, messy maze.

Now imagine this;

You're born in one end.

The start.

And you're life is all about

reaching the other end.

The end.

You're born with a family.

They are your compass.

If you lose them or they lose you

in any way

you don't have anything

or anyone to lead

your way through life.

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