| The tree we planted to remember my grandma. |


Dear MotherDear MotherDear Mother
I walk down the steps of the gutter, Holding the hand of my mother. She looks into my eyes and tells me, That she really loves me.
Seven days and seven nights, I watched my mum suffer from fright. Sadly on the Eighth day, She was all but dead.
She had gone out of her mind, forever gone. Like a dead dog clinging to her bone. They never found out what killed her, But I will always know.
I never told her I loved her back, It made her heart sore. Now I stand here in my corridor, Wishing I couldve done more.


FeelingFeelingFeeling
Sitting alone on the rail station floor, I wonder what has happened in these very walls. I hope that no one will open the door, This thinking helps me free my mind from these barriers.
I stare out the window, Glaring at the butterflies that flicker past. Like little ants in the vast Spaces we call skies.
Farms, cows, and animals,
And happy faces, love... Familiar faces I find now on young ones, They look like they dropped from above
People start to walk past me looking
At me in disgust. I feel ashamed. I feel d


AloneAloneAlone
The corner, my best friend, The only one who can't make me sad. Or Happy or Nervous or Mad. For I need no emotions, Because I am alone.
I am the forgotten one, The one left behind, If i had died a dreadful death, I'm sure no one would mind. Because I am alone.
Maybe I should go and leave, All these horrible problems behind me. To soar high into the heavens, To die and finish this life of hell. Because I am alone.
I am gone. I have vanished. Left you all without a trace. I now live within th


Guardian AngelI love you. Behind all the jokes. Underneath my rough shell, Inside the big heart of mine, there is a little space left for you.Guardian Angel
Honey, sugar, baby.
Whatever you want to be called. I just want you in my arms.
I love you. I need you. I want you. Yet I can't have you. The thing we have had for so long, From birth, to toddlers to children, teens.... It can all be destroyed by three little words. I love you.
I act natural, don't let you know anything, Hiding myself from you to expose the exterior you have grown to love. I don't wa
Your poem's are Oh-Mazing.
GollyGosh.
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You thought you could run!
But there's no hiding,
From the Evil Midget!
Burt Munro
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My gallery [link]
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You thought you could run!
But there's no hiding,
From the Evil Midget!
Burt Munro
[link]
Also be sure to check this out
[link]
--
The Beauty of Art Comes From Its Freedom...
KnightmanProductions.com
[link]
My gallery [link]
My DA Prints [link]
--
You thought you could run!
But there's no hiding,
From the Evil Midget!
Burt Munro
[link]
Also be sure to check this out
[link]
--
You thought you could run!
But there's no hiding,
From the Evil Midget!
Burt Munro
[link]
Also be sure to check this out
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