| My "get it out or I'm gonna go insane!" poetry |
| Built-up Emontion 5-23-01 Yesterday I cried a river of tears, at first they clung to the sheilds of my eyes, refusing to fall into this upon place of pain, oh how my eyes glimmered with those salty tears. Oh those drops of pain, stinging my eyes! Oh that pang tearing at my soul! My pain I long to show! But it seemed absurd, and unatural to let it out, to cry those tears, and rid myself of those fears, so I said nothing at all. My Room 5-14-01 My room is my private place of solitude, also a place of escape. Music blasting, the fan blowing, thousands of poems, just above my head, creating a shower of my thoughts. I imense myself in them laughingly, and savor the feeling, of being so free, a feeling I only have when i escape to my room. Knock Knock Its Pain 5-22-01 Pain, pain, pain! My emontions so bottled up, begin to shake me, and drive me into insanity. Pain, pain, knocking on my door, forcing me to listen. |