March 29th, 2013
Tone: Curious, Confused,
Intro: I read a couple of poems today and this is how I felt
Interpretation of others
As I sit here reading other's thoughts
I feel like they're crying is so clear
Which makes me wonder is that how I sound
When someone reads when I'm broken down
When I talk about blood and how it drips
Do those people wish
That they could help me?
Because, I know that's how I feel
Although I know I'm waist deep in depression so how could I ever change a thing?
I hear their cries
And to my demise
I'm left to watch the result of the crime
Conclusion: There is a spider. Right to my right. He's just sitting there watching me write. I sa him earlier and said hi then walked away. I'm supposed to kill him but I don't want to. I'm mean... He has the ability to kill me but anyone can pretty much have the ability to kill anyone so... That and well... I just sone want to XD.
People have asked me why poetry is so negative. It's not. I think of it as the time that people feel an overload of emotion. Well, that's what I've always thought anyway.
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Atonement?
PoetryWe all have regrets. We all smile. We all frown. Sometimes all we need is an encouraging word from others or seeing that someone else is also going through pain to understand one's self. In this book which consist of poems, entries, and thoughts the...
