Poems from Emily.Byron123
Hi, I'm Amelie. I'm an extremely (and I mean extremely) sensitive writer from Orange, CA. I've suffered from depressed writer syndrome since I was a kid. I've been published in a few magazines but nothing over the top. That's about it!
This poem is extremely personal to me, I don't normally share it.
Selling tickets to the mind
Forcing words that didn't belong to me...
Try to drug me with useless words
But I won't buy your igorant high
She does not feel her matted gray hair
Her bare callused stained feet
Her legs embellished with scars
The blood mercilessly dripping from...
I stood up and asked my mind if I was in control.
My mind said yes.
So I asked my mind how it was speaking.
It didn’t respond. Perhaps it...
Wrote this one when I was twelve:
Sitting in a corner of a dark room,
No one notices your pain
Like a stab through your soul
Bloody tears...