Gee Cii Schnider

Rookie (June 2,1992 / Everhere)

Gee Cii Schnider Poems

1. Before The Break 11/9/2007
2. Plain And Dull For Me 11/9/2007
3. The Death Without The Hope 11/9/2007
4. Please, Help Me... 12/3/2007
5. Stand Up 12/3/2007
6. Unlock The Door 12/3/2007
7. Empty Hallway 12/3/2007
8. Riddle 12/3/2007
9. The Family I Wish I Had 1/4/2008
10. The Room Of... 1/16/2008
11. Songs From Your Corner 1/25/2008
12. Questioning You 1/25/2008
13. Simply Can'T Cry 1/30/2008
14. Another Dream Against Reality 2/24/2008
15. The Liar 2/28/2008
16. Target Of A Moment's Gossip 3/1/2008
17. The 'Diva''s Music 3/1/2008
18. Thoughts Of You In This Head 3/15/2008
19. Instant Of True Me: 3/15/2008
20. Laughter In The Darkroom 3/27/2008
21. Watching You Walk...Away 3/31/2008
22. If And Would 4/20/2008
23. Changes....('For' 'Just' Once.) 4/27/2008
24. My Cardboard 'Box' 9/11/2008
25. Skies 5/17/2006
26. Why Are You Begging For Such A Thing 5/17/2006
27. Useless Wishes 5/17/2006
28. Invisibility 5/17/2006
29. Fears 5/17/2006
30. Nonexistent 5/17/2006
31. Whistle At Me 3/14/2006
32. Every Day 3/14/2006
33. Haunted 3/14/2006
34. Broken Promises 3/20/2006
35. Murdering Innocents 10/4/2009
36. Friends 3/20/2006
37. Sorry For Your Grave 11/9/2007
38. Trying To Break The Wings 11/10/2007
39. Lost In A Fairy's Tale 11/11/2007
40. Please Keep Singing 11/29/2007
Best Poem of Gee Cii Schnider

White Angel

There's a white angel out there
Out there somewhere
It'll blow away the darkness
Let is bright light shine

There's a white angel out there
With gold encrested wings
A white halo of leaves
They only show certain people they're their angel

There's a white angel out there
One for each of us
Be they a friend to save you
Or a true being of Heaven

There's a white angel out there
Just let them find you please
They'll show you light
They'll save you from dark

There's a white angel out there
Just let them break through thier ...

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Haunted

Im haunted
Always followed
By the ghostly past
Those invisable feet creak on the floor
Where someone once stood
Why are people following me
People unseen even to themselves
They are invisable haunting figures of the past
I can see my sister walking out the door

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