My name is Betty Voigt. I'm a 17 yr old highschool junior. I love to read and write and that's exactly what I'm here for.
+ more bio informationAs midnight strikes on an autumn night, the golden leaves float in the air before they gracefully touch the ground. The small, bare town of Windillwood was quiet. The wind whistled a tune while blowing past the trees that surrounded the town. The small wood that lay just outside the north part of town was quite eerie looking,... More..
The day after tomorrow he writes to me: My sweetest love of mine, I'm sorry about the things I said The pain will pass in time.A single sentence was all he wrote but then he writes again: My sweetest love I have to say I'm sorry it's hard to mend.The writing stops but his eyes still speak.My sweetest, my love no more.My eyes ... More..
He wears the mask of a joyous heart,Though inside slowly he breaks apart.But by his methods do not be mistaken.He need not hide in false expression.He'll not be one to wear his heart on his sleeve.But when he loves he'll insure truth on his deed.And if he bellows with silent sound,Do not be threatened.Like us, he'll drown.Thi... More..
What's the motivation of flushing your insides down the toilet?You hold on but aren't strong, so now you let go of it.The dedication to bite your tongue and spit it all out later.She'll eat the bread in front of you but the bread's the one that ate her.Her figure so corpulent with a mouth unwilling to eat.And the bites she ta... More..
It's not so bad to want, and I'm not always wrong.I know I'm a good person, and I know to stay strong.I don't always deserve this, but I know I'm a wreck.And this trail of tears is more painful than death.The world doesn't need another daughter, and that's that hardest thing I've ever had to write. So please, please, don't br... More..
She's gorgeous.Even her aura makes the sun shine politely.Though the moon does not take to her as likely.Now she's cold.As she walks she sees the mask fall off her shadow.She wants the darkness to hide her expression.She knows she'll never learn her lesson.And though she's adored, she's alone.And that's all she wants.To forget. More..
I like to base my poems in 3rd party perspective;No one really knows whens it's me.And when I write within my journal, I notice that I've got itSet aside for not the 3rd, but just me.I'll talk about myself right now, not to be conceided,But to remind myself just how important I am.We take ourselves for granted and leave ourse... More..
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Buffalo, New York US
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