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    Mood: trish trillion


         

    ...Created 2019-09-07 04:51:40

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    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? mount a comeback. how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion, emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?












                        i've missed you.





    please god for once!!!!! can it be all that i had hoped for instead of more than i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.





    words are hopeless. my words are hopeless. that's when i need art. or music. or a neck to swing a sword through.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:31:03

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    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion, emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?












                        i've missed you.





    please god for once!!!!! can it be all that i had hoped for instead of more than i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.





    words are hopeless. my words are hopeless. that's when i need art. or music. or a neck to swing a sword through.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:28:40

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    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion, emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?












                        i've missed you.





    please god for once!!!!! can it be all that i had hoped for instead of more than i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:23:18

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion, emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?












         i've missed you.





    please god for once!!!!! can it be all that i had hoped for instead of more than i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:19:25

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion. emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?












         i've missed you.





    please god for once!!!!! can it be all that i had hoped for instead of more than i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:18:56

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion. emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?












         i've missed you.





    please god for once!!!!! could it be more than i had hoped for instead of all that i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:16:37

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion. emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?












         i've missed
         you.





    please god for once!!!!! could it be more than i had hoped for instead of all that i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:16:07

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion. emotion busts them all to pieces.








              hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?










         i've missed      you.                                                                      





    please god for once!!!!! could it be more than i had hoped for instead of all that i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:15:29

    dotsJournal: dots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood:


         


    i've got massive plans that can't be put away in seconds i've got hopes that can't be dashed by words you left me on some paper. what i'm bringing to the table, is i'm solid. what i'm asking you to bring to the table is, be solid. don't be in such a rush to leave me teetering on 3 legs. why is it when the house is caught on fire
    the smoke don't know when to leave and when you're bleeding that blood is such a pretty a red? i should mount a comeback. how would i? how is it we-all were brought to such a cluster fuck? i swear i can't think for feeling - and i can't feel for thinking. the head is in the heart. the heart is in the head. with such a wreckage it seems impossible to pick through. with all i've got to say. 10 words fold into emotion. emotion busts them all to pieces.








    hello?









                                                                          how are you
                                                                               then?










    i've missed you.                                                                      





    please god for once!!!!! could i be more than i had hoped for instead of all that i can handle. while i was laying dead, cupid took two broken hearts as paddles and shocked me through my chest. can it be over. can i know love. shall i ever
    know love?


    the mind sits by the cul-de-sac
    the heart grips cups of coffee.

    ...Created 2019-09-03 03:14:10

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