Zoned Poems - Poems about Zoned

Struck down powerless with astonishment as the Brocken spectre took its shape forming one shadow breathing out from the misted oceans a fierce bitter wind whispers curling cries around the mountain howling suffering Where an odd sound echos strangely three times striking the spine with ice trembles Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes...

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Old friend at the Edge. Entrapped by tiger stripes. Ghost, Dead Man, Walking....

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Why am I always ‘just a friend’? This is the question that bothers me most. I know I am liked, as I’m there when I am needed, But when all is ok, it’s as if I’m a ghost. Here I am; your mate, your pal, your chum, I will listen to your worries and give out sound advice. A shoulder to...

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Believe in me And reflect on me Grieve with me Zone out freely Zone out whenever you like I will be riding my future bike I don’t have much money, my dear There are several possibilities and opportunities..I missed several of those, I fear Don’t leave me Abide by my side, baby We will be free… Flee with me freely Relieve the solace sorrow within me There...

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Struck down powerless with astonishment as the Brocken spectre took its shape Forming one shadow breathing out from the misted oceans A fierce bitter wind whispers curling cries around the mountain howling suffering tunes Where an odd sound echos strangely three times striking the spine with ice trembles Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes...

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I feel like I have left my feelings somewhere else... lonely... abandoned... freezing! And wherever they are They are crying! Shouting! Screaming out my name in all tongues for they know not what I have become. I have fallen... Apart? In love? So short? What did your kiss do to me? Did I get it? Was it just an off-zone naveled thought? I am withdrawn I am that person which dies at the...

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It literally zones me out, makes me feel emotionless. I like forgetting my feelings. Because the feelings aren't good. I can appreciate the things I usually overlook like nature in bloom. (This was written by a friend I got her persmisson to submit it)...

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