emotions
Here i sit empty bare,
heart in my hands,
blank hollow just a stare.
Here i stand vehicle motioning,
broken from the inside out,
mind ticking over just notioning,
soul ripped torn put in doubt.
Here i lay transgressed,
tainted and tortured,
swelling emotions surpressed.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Nature's Nest | 2 | 06/18/2009 |
| Paradox | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| innocence shed | 3 | 06/17/2009 |
| tired | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
| fora friend.... | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| emotions soar | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| what she sees | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| caught by sadness | 0 | 06/16/2009 |
| the one from above | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love at dusk | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| trapped | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| purgatory | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| broken promises | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| who we are | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love waiting to begin | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| emotions | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| waiting | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| senses | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Angels | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Muted Society | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
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