Biography of Mallory Horne
Obviously my name is Mallory. I am 15, agnostic, and a writter. I don't think myself very well at writting however I get compliments frequently. My poems range from various subjects and themes. From jokes, to very serious morals I've learned.
Mallory Horne's Works:
Mallory Horne Poems
Bottling up my emotions every single day, Feeling so numb, that I don't feel real. Rehursing and praciting the things I would say. While living dead inside it's hard to deal.
Broken By Birth
Scars of tommorow, Bruises of today,
Strenghth is what is desired, It comes from deep within,
Say something. Say anything. Say you are sorry. Say you didn't mean to.
Anger fills my body, I can't help but hate me, As I clench my fists in rage, Nothing can help at this stage.
Her eyes move down my body, My lips move down her neck, She will look forever and only see, The reason she would only give me a peck.
Belmont Pines Hospital
The tears dropp down my oversized cheeks, I haven't been home in weeks, I'm stuck here in this institution, I knew when I had the chance I should've run.
Lines used to seperate. Words used to show hate. In the world we live in we hate each other. Where is the love, even for your own brother?
Together we stand, United we fall, Hand in hand, We've seen it all
You are the gas in the air, and you’re killing me. All the things we went through go through me, I didn’t think it was possible to hate someone so much. But I’ve apparently been wrong with everything about you.
Friends No More
I was on the ground, bleeding. You stopped everything and took care of me, When I would let the tears fall, You’d wipe them all away for me
Where did you go away to this time? How is it I cry every time you say 'Be Mine? ' You act like I don't care when you disappear. I don't care about your braces I find it rather attractive head gear.
The Rich And The Poor
The poor man walks, And is happy with life. The rich man stalks, For he can’t even trust his wife.
If eyes show the soul, how’d mine get broken? I’d give you any advise you need as part of a token. You changed my entire perception of life. You got me out of my hole and out of my strife.
The World In Poetic Form
If I can't get over the thought of you,
And this world just seems to be full of meaningless clues,
Taking each breath ever so deeply,
Wishing it would stop feeling so bleackly.The thought
of her brings hope to my mind,
While everything else just seems to unwind,
Causing things to actually make sense,
Children believeing in this horrible suspense.
Strangers being brought together,