What do you see when you look at me, do you notice the scars I got as a child do you notice the pain that I hide deep inside am I to damaged for you to be near or is the fact that you are too scared. I hear what they call me the words that they say, with stories untold i have have been led astray, so do not judge me for my heart has grown cold for everyone around me that's all they have ever showed. One time I was full of love and laughter but heartbreak after heartbreak the pain inside grew till it was the only feeling that i knew, everyone turned on me laughed behind my back i grew defensive as away of fighting back these scars are my stories excuse me my memories for all those lonely nights of why I feel so empty.
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Loki Ramsey
I like to write poetry both love and creepy its been a passion of mine since I was a kid and something I can do all day.
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I Am but One
The smell of blood in the air the spray of crimson beware it is here in the town you are right to be scared. Run and hide my victims this you must know that when the winter comes there won't be any snow but only the pattern of red is all you will see I will let you in on a secret the killer the killer is me. I pray not just on the innocent I pray on you all no need to play favorites because that is not right i'll claim my first by the end of the night, don't get to worried i'll save you for last so until then you can tell my story from the start to end you can tell them all about my life full of sin. Do you have a dream one that can't be reached, mine is holding a man's heart in my hand with its final beat. Believe what I say do what you must but there is no future just blood mixed with dust please do not cry it makes no difference I am the future full of vengeance. I am not crazy i see it more as art my masterpiece must be finished to give it a name, it is not for fortune or fame but just a hobby from begging to end. Our future's not set in stone but my face will be well known.
By Loki Ramsey6 years ago in Poets
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie5 days ago in Motivation
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