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andrue finley Poems
As there stare at you, point and laugh at you, do they ever wonder 'how do you feel'? they taunt you, haunt you, kill your dreams. They really only want to see you scream.
My love for you
My love for you is powerful My love for you is painful [afrikaans] (My liefde vir jou is pynlik)
i am big i am tall but i am gentle and kind i am intelligent and wise
Dear God I level with You Creator to creation.
Sad I died inside, I lost it all. I have been living life but then I hit a wall. I had to hide my pain but it won’t go away because it's there to stay.
the illusion of time
A passionate lovers words
As our hands intertwine, our intentions the same, our feelings on the same line. Our breathe dances to the tune our hearts pump out and serenade our time as it continues to bloom.
Excuse Me Bully
Oh on contrary Of what you think of me I'm not some silly fool Where you use to get to me
When I am at peace. When I feel my heart beat. When my eyes are closed tight. When I hear the silence of the night.
Dorment, entombed. A pin drop of sounds beats against my still, frozen heart. A block of emotions I hurl with me
To my readers
You read poems to seek the truth To cleanse your problems, to find some truth.
There like the unexpected side of you. You have a conflict and they're there to help you.
The Old and The New
The New: Not knowing when things ends. The Old: Knowing when they begin.
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As there stare at you, point and laugh at you, do they ever wonder 'how do you feel'? they taunt you, haunt you, kill your dreams.
They really only want to see you scream.
Terrorizing all your beliefs, making you grind your teeth, clinching a fist lit a flame, this is nothing like a game.
These thoughts of harming, arming, bombing, making you never feel the same.
No friends to hold you, mend you, love you, engulfed in an intense rage.
Bullies should be the ones who are ashamed.
But when there hurt, when they begin to cry, when they feel the weight...