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My mind tends
To fly away from
Me at times
It goes to where
The darkness lives
Maybe thats why
My thoughts are
So dark
Maybe thats why
I think of death
When I close my
Eyes
Mind you,
I dont want to
Die- I just want
The pain to end
I want to reach
To a place where
The razor is my
Enemy- not my friend
But if dying is
The way for
Me to have
Peace then so
Be it
Let me climb to
The top of a
Building believing
I can fly
Let me go
Head first in
My dive
Because I
Hate it when
My mind flies
To where the
Darkness lives...
Reanna Horsley Apr 2014
Where yonder grasses twine,
A pleasant bed, my maid, that children call a grave,
In the cold moonshine.
Is that the wind? No, no;
Only two devils, that blow
Through the murderer's ribs to and fro,
In the ghosts' moonshine.
written by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0
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  Apr 2014 Reanna Horsley
paper boats
You've done something to me.
Life wasn't like this before.
I write poems about love now,
And convince myself that they aren't for you.
I don't know how you feel,
Does it really matter?
You've taken over my mind,
And the butterflies in my stomach...
Wont sleep.
Lets just go our separate ways,
Before its too late.
Because,
Its inevitable.
Please stop...
Please stop.
Before i fall in love.....
Reanna Horsley Apr 2014
A long time ago, in a land not far but near, there was a land where the night was always dark and the sky covered it like a black cloth, for the moon never rose there, and not a single star twinkled in the darkness.
That is how this fairy tale ends. Abruptly and without warning, like most things unfortunately do.
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