Take me and break me
rip me apart...
Perilous Stranger
Upon A Journey...
--wrote this poem in class yesterday listening to...
Hunger of childhood imagination...
I'm frozen
Don't know what to do...
The last few stanzas are bothering me. I haven't...
-A Kiss for the White Rose...
The Crimson rain is falling
It’s flowing past in sheets...
ME IS ME WITHOUT ME THO ME HATES ME THAT MEANS...
BY JAKE...
In dark places I dwell,
places where others think is hell...
She stands alone
Watching him over there...
Pushed farther down
These old rickety steps...
In the dark of night
I watch over this place...
Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
Decades of struggle have withered me old...