Sadness slows, still the world is colorless, boring. I am sad. I am angry
I don’t know who I am. The sadness in my life is limitless. Who am I? Who am I?
I will ask my self. I sit quietly staring. Who am I? Who am I? The noises the voices.
Who am I? Who am I? The Mixing of emotions. Turning my life upside down.
Who Am I?
Who Am I?
The voice echoes in the wind.
Who am I?
Who Am I?
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December first, the start, The start of counting. The start, of a new month, a new day, a new time. December first is a day of waiting, waiting until the snow starts to fall on your hair, eyelashes, and tongue. A day of waiting until your presents arrive under your tree. It is also a day of fun in the fall while you wait. December first is a fun day, you will love!
Happy December 1st everyone! I will try to post everyday. Also, I will finish starting of my youtube channel! 🙂 Go check this out, its a little video to go along with this poem 🙂 December first
Has Rain Ever risin from the depths of the the ocean,
On to Your head as is it pours thousands of miles,
it travels so far away. It will rain again and again but never will like it
did that day.
I wished once,
I cried that night,
only because... I could never see you again,
you left everyone, everything on this earth.
I wished for you to come back...
but that never happened.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged :(, Poetry, Sad, Wish
Once my place was lost,
where the shadows lurk and hope in battle,
is the time I flee for you. – Mila
Hi everyone! so some of the poems like this one have been posted on my storybird account which is on the link below. I wrote some poems on there before I got into using my blog, but now I enjoy using my blog so I will be posting on both.
storybird poem by: Mila(me)
Wonderland is one of my many dreams,
Its this place where anything is possible,
like cats that smile,
or a mouse that lives in a teacup,
my dreams are not as mad as they seem wonderland is just a dream.
Time here is my wish it goes like a person,
slowly decaying after one day,
if you think it will never end,
you are wrong like no other.
It will get destroyed by a hot ball of light
then melt our world from this hot, hot light. -Mila
Snow Comes down from the sky pretty like a bird,
Though it drenches mountains without a word,
Soft as a blanket,
Cold as the night,
Delicate as a broken butterfly’s wing,
If you do touch it, you are that lucky one!
Then it melts from the touch of your fiery warmth. -Mila
Rain Slithers like a snake,
Across Deserted plains, To unworthy reins,
It can freeze and come down from the sky like a bird,
Flying over darkness without a word. – Mila