Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.

Rookie - 0 Points (July 05,1990 / Leander, Texas)

Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr. Poems

1. I'M So Far Away 1/31/2007
2. Wasted Time 1/31/2007
3. Where 2/3/2007
4. Don'T Wake The Children 2/3/2007
5. Kill Her Cocaine 2/4/2007
6. What I See Tonight 2/12/2007
7. Unmaker 3/9/2007
8. Reaping 3/22/2007
9. I Never Knew 4/3/2007
10. Blank 4/21/2007
11. Walk Alone 11/14/2007
12. R.I.P. (Rest In Pieces) 11/14/2007
13. The End 11/14/2007
14. Not I 1/7/2008
15. Farewell 1/7/2008
16. Hunger 1/7/2008
17. Caught In A Riff 1/7/2008
18. Life Is But A Dream 1/7/2008
19. The Evil Saga 2/18/2008
20. What, You Don'T Have The Balls? 2/24/2008
21. Velvet 6/16/2008
22. The Progressive March Of War 8/16/2008
23. Fade Away 9/10/2008
24. Moonlit Dance With Death 9/18/2008
25. Give Me Life 12/11/2008
26. The Other Side Of Me 12/11/2008
27. Vindico Mihi Ex Meus Odium 12/16/2008
28. Circles 2/3/2009
29. Merry-Go-Round 4/15/2009
30. Vindico Mihi Ex Meus Odium (English) 4/22/2009
31. Sleepless 4/26/2009
32. Queensryche 5/1/2009
33. Killer For Hire 3/25/2008
34. Last Of Men 3/25/2008
35. Star Screamer 4/9/2008
36. My Last Resort 4/16/2008
37. Every Day 5/11/2007
38. Perfect 9/2/2007
39. The Girl That Wasn'T 10/16/2007
40. All The Days Gone By 10/6/2007
Best Poem of Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.

Words

They are thrown about here and there.
They are tossed around without any care.
Promises are made.
Lies have been told today.
Promises are broken.
Of course, apologies are spoken.

'I'm sorry, ' they say.
Sorry is just a word.
They're not ones wanted to be heard.
For, I'm sorry to say,
They cannot change yesterday.

What's in a word? It's simply a sound.
Words are everything, words are nothing.
You can make your promises.
You can gaurantee.
I won't be happy, untill I can see.

What's in a word?
What's in a lie?
Why do you ...

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Don'T Wake The Children

Alone in his room a young boy weeps.
For outside his solitude rages a war.
Inside his heart a mighty beast continues his sleep.
Alas, what is a mere boy to do he himself can sleep no more.

Anger and pain run through.
He watches the horror.
Alas, what is a mere boy to do?
He has hurt so much he can cry no more.

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