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Tracie Griffin Poem
the smell of pan cakes
burns my nose, i sniff...and sniff -
again..i keep sniffing =_=
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Tracie Griffin Poem
Life is a series of one acts
Life is a bucket of feelings
Life is a bunch of played-up, made up quotes that are dulled out and disbelived
and and easy target for haters,for
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Pretty little grim girl
No one knew her well
She spent long days
And cold hard nights
All alone in her cell
Pretty little grim girl
In her tattered dress of lace
With her dark make-up
She wore to hide
The scars upon her face
Pretty little grim girl
Cried tears of cold regret
Lying in a pool of blood
Waiting for an answer
To her pain she'd soon forget
Pretty little grim girl
Misunderstood by all
A criminal, a nightmare
They mocked her
This girl began to fall
Pretty little grim girl
Hid her feelings well
Showed no pain when they mocked her
But it all bled through
Once alone in her cell
Pretty little grim girl
Had no will for life
She soon would end it all
With the icy fate
Of a cold, sharp knife
Pretty little grim girl
Dancing in the rain
As the blood poors down
She finally found an answer
An answer to her pain
Pretty little grim girl
Threw her life a way
Thought it would erase the pain
But only brought despair
To yet another dying day
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The questions of a silent soul
would be enough to burn a giant hole
through the windy palaces of the frozen lands
and the hostile dunes of the sifting sands
They would seek the answers that no one would
disregarding the common should and could
the senseless syntax would not mind
for none shall hold that could not bind
The heart would answer, try as it might
to give the soul the endless sight
to help it understand wrong from right
giving daylight to the dismal night
The questions of a silent soul
would have no purpose and no goal
and yet it would falter not at all
to query everything big and small...
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THE END
My mother doesn't love me
My father doesn't care
It feels like my whole life
Is just floating in the air
I need some new foundation
To keep me on the ground
I feel bad for the people
Who have to follow me around
My "friends" don't give a damn
About a sad life like mine
I guess people like that
Are a dozen in a dime
I'll just end it all
I think that's best
I'll do this one thing
And then think out the rest
No one would notice
A stupid girl like I
Who didn't show up at school
Because she'd rather die
It requires no energy
And no time at all
Just one pull of the trigger
And that would end it all
Copyright © Tracie Griffin | Year Posted 2006
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