Timothy Long

Rookie - 155 Points [Mitt Gnol] (September 11 1996 / Auburn, New York)

Timothy Long Poems

1. Away 4/15/2013
2. The Angel 4/15/2013
3. In Reality For A Friend 4/19/2013
4. Apart Of Your Memories 4/19/2013
5. Sorrowing Mist 4/19/2013
6. Face In The Mist 4/19/2013
7. Aching 4/19/2013
8. Sadness Divine 4/19/2013
9. The Tear Drops Of Hero's 4/19/2013
10. The Human Emotion 4/19/2013
11. The Rain Sorrows On 4/19/2013
12. Over 4/19/2013
13. Sweetest Sorrows 4/19/2013
14. Good Bye To The Abyss 4/22/2013
15. The Wolf's Catch 4/22/2013
16. The Death I Wonder 4/22/2013
17. Blue Rounds 6/4/2013
18. Drade 8/24/2013
19. The Final Awnser 8/24/2013
20. Force Of Bulls 8/24/2013
21. Titans 8/23/2013
22. The Sacred 8/23/2013
23. The Wickens Pride 8/23/2013
24. Bly 8/23/2013
25. Lavender Swirls 2 8/23/2013
26. Kroid 8/23/2013
27. Sorrowing Face 8/26/2013
28. Should I Forget You 5/7/2013
29. Cutting 4/26/2013
30. Ignorant 4/26/2013
31. Fake 4/26/2013
32. Red Man Of Terror 4/25/2013
33. Rasputin 4/25/2013
34. Stay 4/24/2013
35. The Wave 4/24/2013
36. Corrupted 4/24/2013
37. Heethen 4/22/2013
38. Harlets Revenge 4/22/2013
39. Body Lies 4/22/2013
40. Violent Opostion 4/22/2013
Best Poem of Timothy Long

Im Sick

im sick of many things in many different ways, im sick of the pain and depression that people have to go through, im sick of death and war that over differences that divide the world, sick over love hurting and betrayal hurting others, bullying and violence of any kind that kills people, im sick of loneliness and brokenness that destroys people, many can just ignore all of this in a predatory sense of life, im sick of never being good enough and ignored, this feeling never seems to completely dissaper only reaper from time to time, im sick of hatred and racism plus ignorance, arrogance and ...

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The Angel

The clouds were heaving with angst and sorrow. For a legend died today, all because of a great cause that he believed in. The rain dropped to the ground in weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands. The thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness. The hated tyrant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war and to free a trapped

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