Barly Poems - Poems about Barly

...Just because you can Sailing ships away is easier then returning them back to port with red tainted monther land sand to perpetuate a pain then will later pledge a society by man’s evil hands. Tha......

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...Living life surrounded by people, yet everything feels so empty.. I'v never felt so alone. I go through everyday slowly fading away.. All I want is to be able to say tommorrows a new day and I'll ......

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...Ballad I woke up one morning Just fine at first Then the pain came to me With a sudden burst So I took some meds, and went to my room I sat down a wrote, with a story to tell About how I f......

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...the dark is were i belong i feel i guess wanted i love the dark it relaxes me im so use to the cold darkness its soo dark i can barly see its so cold n depressing i cry in the dark the dar......

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...I sit by the door waiting for news if she's in the hospital or if it was just a fluke I stare at the sky waiting for realy great news all of a sudden mom turns her head with Tears dripping to the ......

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...This journey started many years ago, A Woodland path, I walked it slow, From the beginning I had a plan, To venture off into this land, The road looked endless from where I stood, I knew it was time ......

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...It hurts me it kills me this emptyness fills me these memories they cut me my arm is so bloody my hearts barly beating im possessed with this feeling im loosing controle tords the darkness i......

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...You know it's something close to love when your laying in bed at 11 p.m when you're tired outta your mind, but all you can think about is him and replay the song that reminds you of him. when yo......

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...SO NOSTALGIC its just so nostolgic i can barly stand it to dream of the life i could of had if i would of stayed in stead of walk another way the stories that i would of stared in the li......

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...the bed was small, she barly fit the poka-dotted comforter, a gift from her father the bookcase above the bed supported by two concret blocks strewen with books big and small stuffed animals abov......

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