Going On
I feel I cannot handle this pain
Yet i do not wish for my blood to stain
The walls of this humble abode
So I'll continue to sulk down this dreary road
Going On
I feel I cannot handle this pain
Yet i do not wish for my blood to stain
The walls of this humble abode
So I'll continue to sulk down this dreary road
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
My Story to Carry | 0 | 09/08/2016 |
Losing Hold of the Mind | 1 | 09/08/2016 |
Hidden | 0 | 09/07/2016 |
Forgive My Failures | 7 | 04/09/2011 |
Looking Back on it All | 1 | 04/09/2011 |
Changes Happen | 0 | 03/26/2011 |
~Reflection~ | 1 | 03/23/2011 |
Dear Sweet Misery | 3 | 11/28/2010 |
No Longer Home | 2 | 11/28/2010 |
~Untitled~ | 1 | 11/17/2010 |
Dear Diary... | 1 | 05/10/2010 |
Stay Strong | 1 | 01/03/2010 |
A Smile | 1 | 01/03/2010 |
Step-Mother | 1 | 09/01/2009 |
Cutting Edge | 0 | 09/01/2009 |
The Books Calling | 1 | 08/07/2009 |
True Friends | 2 | 08/07/2009 |
Personal Depression | 2 | 08/07/2009 |
Going On | 0 | 08/07/2009 |
A Lost World | 2 | 07/24/2009 |
The Abyss | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
Shadows | 2 | 07/24/2009 |
Fire Burning | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
Baby Teagan | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
Rainy Night | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
Suicide Prevention | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
I'll Be There | 2 | 07/24/2009 |
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