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Random Thing I wroteIn the back of the low hall, a girl stopped by a grey door. The cracked edges in the wood made a halo around the greasy head of hair. She looked to be no more than 16, her faced ravaged by pre-mature wrinkles. The eyes, once a shocking blue were now slowly fading. Suddenly, a flash passed by her as she was pushed into the space behind. The culprit, a boy who just the day before had asked the young girl for a pencil merely continued walking. She only sighed, the head drooped down into a position it has met many times before. Her name long forgotten by her peers, her voice abandoned in a land far-far away by the owner. “The girl”----as she hadRandom Thing I wrote
by ~SerreMoi
PwB poemCongo sunrise tantalize, Evil eyes hypnotize. Any morning, Every morning. Blossomy rose-color birdsong air, Streaked sour with breakfast cookfire flare. Wide red plank of dirt, Continuous in its mirth. Through Adah eyes, This road past flies. In pieces, rectangles and trapezoids, By the skinny black-line voids. An endless competition, For a half-brain’s attention. Inexhaustible parade, Marching immeasurably with no hope for aid. Congo sprawls on the middle of the world, Sun rises and sets for no reason it can hold. Everything that comesPwB poem
by ~SerreMoi
TwilightTwilight is the perfect time, Strung between the sound and rhyme, In the dark and in the light, Nothing is wrong, nothing is right. And in this land I wander through, I wait for nothing, no sign, no cue, And in this shadow I wander on, Away from pro, away from con, With my spirit at peace tonight, I feel no reason to continue the fight, So I lift myself, on wings I fly, To sit eternally in the skyTwilight
by ~SerreMoi
Yet Another Untitled PoemI've been traveling for years Down this cold, wet road No twists, turns, or dead ends And it's beginning to get old...Yet Another Untitled Poem
Nothing seems to change It just all tends to repeat Every time I start to run I always fall to my feet
I pass by things I've seen many times before Things that kill me to look at ...I'm longing for something more
I know where I am Yet, I still feel lost The deadline seems to get further It’s what I'm dying to cross
My pace is getting slower For I am growing more weak Because the road ahead, d
by ~SerreMoi
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- Current Residence: Tampa, Florida
- Interests: writing poetry, drawing, sleeping
- Favourite movie: The Ring
- Favourite band or musician: Head Automatica
- Favourite genre of music: Everything and anything with flowing lyrics
- Favourite artist: Amy Lee
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
- Personal Quote: La chose la plus difficile sur cette terre, c'est d'y vivre.
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I read through your writing, and you have some amazing talent for it...your words just flow with emotion.
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