Poems from fredabomb

I don't read much poetry but i like to write sometimes, currently working on writing a novel 'Room 10'
His breath spreads a scent of death. Bloodlust lingers in the air, a gentle caress.   She strains against fear as strong as steel Strapped...
I hear something. No, you don’t. They’re telling me something good though. Not for your ears. Listen to me, for I am your thought. Trust...
There are some whom light avoids. They are those whom speak not a word. Their beings left unseen, unloved And unspoken. Seemingly trapped...
I used to breathe in life Now I choke in gaseous strains. I could taste purity and light Yet all has gone bitter and trite.   My sight, It...
Lovable and unforgettable She can not be mistaken for another. Her beauty trails in streaks of gold Where as her eyes see all joyous...

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