Mallory Horne Poems
|1.||The World In Poetic Form||11/15/2007|
|6.||The Rich And The Poor||4/9/2008|
|8.||Friends No More||5/22/2008|
|12.||Belmont Pines Hospital||12/7/2009|
|15.||A Day And A Life||12/6/2007|
|19.||Broken By Birth||12/6/2007|
Comments about Mallory Horne
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.
Pride consumes my body,
Scars make up my fleash.
Black and white is how I see.
Feeling dirty even while freash.
Can't ask for help even if I were dying.
It's a problem of mine I must admit.
I will avoid my phobia of clowns and flying.
Even though suicide is what I will likely committ.
My walls are miles high, with no signs of weakness.
There is no one I will allow even...
Staring at people with your eyes of stone,
They cower in fear with their glass portals,
Fearing your ability to break them,
Or make them it’s all up to you.
Walking this town it seems to become more empty by the day,
It’s hard to say if you’ll make anything out of that thing you call a life,
This whole world’s become one big joke, and I’m the punch line,
It’s getting old always running around trying to rhyme.