Runni McDaniel Poems

If I cut my wrists and let myself bleed to death,
Would anyone cry over me?
If I shot myself,
Would anyone care?
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Roses have thorns
They are sharp but as stare at the rose
You never notice them scaling the stems
The beauty enchants you deeply
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A crystal rose
untouched for centuries
hardly seen in daylight
shimmers throughout nights
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Patchwork eyes
searching deeply
yarn like hair
tangling across necks
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Sealed lips
Drained of emotion
Shadowed eyes staring heavily
No signs of life
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Magic is cast causing unrepairable damage
inside and out
The battle continues on between the two mages with spells flaring
The two worn from their usage of magic
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The circling emotions that rip you apart,
when your friends begun fighting.
The pressure in the air squeezes you dry,
of heart and soul.
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A melting clock, ticking and tocking away.
Every second a small shard falls from a broken mind.
The tears drip slowly, making the vision blurred;
Trembling inside while waiting for everything to fade.
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Hazed visions entering my mind
Full of misery and fear,
constantly playing over and over
like a broken record
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A courageous knight,
who battles for others and I
He, who wears carefree smiles,
warming other's hearts
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