Poems from lindsay
I recently discovered poetry as a way to release my inner thoughts so I'm still in the beginning phases of finding my own personal style.
What is it like to feel?
To feel happy?
To feel sorrow?
To feel joy?
To feel misery?
All feel differently
and thats ok,
but where draw...
Past becomes present,
future never comes.
Hurt’s fingers grasp deep within.
What’s life without a little pain?
An unseen struggle...
Raped by Wickedness,
Impregnated with Evil,
Used and abandoned,
Who could accept her?
Skin crawling with sin,
Tongue forever impure,...
Soaring, flying, weightless, free,
exhilaration pumping through her veins;
one corner of the world to the other.
Nothing to stop her;...
Always seen but never heard,
lurking in the dark shadows,
beckoning its prey to their death.
A butterfly, innocent and unsuspecting,...