Author's e-books - dark. Page - 2
Different poems written by me and reflecting:
This book contains a collection of poems I've written in some of the darkest hours of my life. I'll also add in more poems in the future, as I'll write them.
The room is small, dark and cold. The girl had no idea how she ended up there. Naked and scared, she goes to the fountain of liquid in the middle of the room for comfort--but is this liquid water or poison? Is it comfort or pain? Is there a way for her to escape the room, or is it some sort of punishment?
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort
A poem inspired by a well appreciated song I relate to very much. The song is so powerful that it has made me shed tears like crazy and has also created this beauty.
Different poems written by me and reflecting:
This book contains a collection of poems I've written in some of the darkest hours of my life. I'll also add in more poems in the future, as I'll write them.
The room is small, dark and cold. The girl had no idea how she ended up there. Naked and scared, she goes to the fountain of liquid in the middle of the room for comfort--but is this liquid water or poison? Is it comfort or pain? Is there a way for her to escape the room, or is it some sort of punishment?
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort
A poem inspired by a well appreciated song I relate to very much. The song is so powerful that it has made me shed tears like crazy and has also created this beauty.