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• Poetry > Free Verse
  numb.

  

  By morbidmorgan, simi valley, AR

  they say that sadness should fill you with pain. but I just feel empty. if I had tears left I'd cry but I'm saving those tears to fill a tub and drown myself in it and the screams and the cries of the poor and oppressed, are just a sign of luck. because those who ha...
• Poetry > Ballad
  oh beautiful

  

  By morbidmorgan, simi valley, AR

  Oh beautiful, oh beautiful If only you could see Oh Beautiful, oh beautiful The grief that you bring me Oh beautiful, oh beautiful Please just stop crying Oh beautiful, oh beautiful And all your hope is dying Oh beautiful, oh beautiful Why are you so sad? Oh beautiful...
• Poetry > Ballad
  you're gray

  

  By morbidmorgan, simi valley, AR

  At first you’ll awake with high hopes for the day, But your outsides have color and your insides have gray. So you go to school yet again naked of a smile, With another scary thought to add to the pile. In class you won’t get a word that the say, ‘Cause depression consumes your mind...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The Irony Behind Riddles and Tall Tales.

  

  By morbidmorgan, simi valley, AR

  They say if a tree falls but no one is there to hear it, It doesn’t actually make a sound. That tree is me, alone and fallen from a broken spirit; No one heard as I became one with the ground. A newspaper is black and white and read all over, Like the blade of a knife making love to an ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  your own civil war

  

  By morbidmorgan, simi valley, AR

  You’re suffering through your own civil war; But what are you fighting for? Your battle cry is more of a petty roar. But what are you fighting for? Your very own mind is the king of despair; But what are you fighting for? And your past has left a scar which you cannot repair. But ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Smile

  

  By morbidmorgan, simi valley, AR

  Her smile was so pretty that no one could tell, That the moment she got home her fake grin had fell. She laughed to her friends so they wouldn’t know, How desperately she tried to put on a show. It was forced in her head that no one would care, She cried and she screamed that her life wasn’...
• Poetry > Ballad
  father figure

  

  By morbidmorgan, simi valley, AR

  He drowns all of his sorrow in endless beer, Hiding from the shadows of those once near. He solves his problems with the blade of a knife, But his nightmares persuade him to end his own life. He hurts and he cries but he'll never tell, His pride is the reason that little girl fell. His an...