Reflecting the emotions behind the eyes of a teenage girl who fights love, drugs, emotional roller coasters, and life in all aspects. more »
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Dolan Doran Poems
laying in bed, half in, half out... the dream realm just out of my reach.
One Night Stand
laying here, thinking. how good would it feel? would you be gentle? would it hurt?
Looking in your eyes a dark brown, with a hint of gold fire. So dark, I want to get lost in them. In those luscious eyes.
Inside the truth.
talking to you. listening to them. No chance to speak. Too much.
hush little one
we sat down that day, in the warm sun, on the wavy hills. We looked around, and oh what a precious thing
Lets start over?
“let’s start over” he says. We shake hands, I laugh. How do you forget love? How can you no look
leaving for war
we sat on the porch that day, talking and talking. you begged and pleaded and still i cried.
“Help me....” she cries. She begs for you To save her, To make him stop.
you sit there and tell me I’m worthless yet you’re the one with no heart, no soul,
Needing a smoke, So I walk with a friend. Walk into the 'Smoke Room', and close the door.
... another untitled free verse
Sitting, listening, thinking; A man talking about nonsense; Needing something. Yearning … for what?
I see in your eyes the truth yet u persist that what you say is real; I can smell it on you breath; the scent of moonshine.
walking away..trying to clear my thoughts. a stranger walks up, a look of knowing on his face. 'May I'? he asks, gesturing out. I nod, , keep walking.
Sitting here, thinking... The thought slip through, like subtitles from a movie
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laying in bed,
half in, half out...
the dream realm just
out of my reach.
my window open,
the darkness encroaching
I try to encourage the
breeze to wipe away
the bruisese darkening
on my chest and side.
How can your “love” hurt so much?
How can you dare call this love?
Why did you do this?
Why do I let you?
Finally sleep takes me
away; pain fades;
a minor throb in the
back of my mind.
No more pain.
No more fear.
It’s over. ...