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To be loved Is like to be lied to.
Well, Um, Eh, I just like posting wierd but wonderful words such as paradox! Well, follow my and find out what i do
To be loved Is like to be lied to.
"Dia Duit" "Conas ata tú" "Tá mé go mhaith" "Agus tú fein" "Tá mé ar fheabhas" "Slán".
I feel like im being sucked down a blackhole Sucking in the truth Spittin out lies I think it is time To say my goodbyes Life,.
Far far away Down in the woods Live a family A family of hoods They like to Kill They get sucha trill Blood that runs deep Lips stained red Skin stays white Fairest, My ass Dark and...
Chapter Two| Part One The abuse began when our Mum went into hospital. I was five, Ali was three and Gina was only two.
I sit in my tree iPod in hand Wondering 'bouh What does "Opuss" mean?.
Irish Really Enjoy Living And Not Dying. Random poems @DontTouchMyCookies Had to post it again loved it.
Crashing Love;. Does have a few bad words in it ..… nothing to bad thow … just bein carefull. You are so horrible. You've given me nothing. You just take take take. I've had enough. Its far to tough.
It took me a while to relise, Love isn't easy..
I remember back in 1944 I remember daddy walking out the door Mama told me he was goin to war He was leavin leavin leavin leavin leavin me I love these lyrics... <3.
God, Speaks through, The beaks of, Birds I reposted my quote again Because i really like it.
Listen Its For Ewe Random poems.
I heard a cry. Deep in the night. Well I have to say I did get a fright. It was high pitched. And in pain it well was. it lasted for a an age. When I walked out,. Out into the woods,.
You said that you loved me You said it once more I couldnt feel it So I went for the door You shouted "I Love You" I didn't reply When I got in my car All hot with tears I turned on the engine and...
I wished upon a star last night. And I think my wish came true, Because I looked outside my window and saw the summer dew, The rain has stopped The sun came out a bunnie hopping mad about.
Chapter one | part one My name is Molly Jackson. I was Thirteen when my father went to prison, Your probally wondering why, Because he abused me and my two sisters Ali and Gina.
I love hot soggy cornflakes They fill the spot They fill up down to my toes I love hot soggy cornflake becausr well i have no idear. I actually do love hot soggy cornflakes.
Hang on a minute, Im confused, There's another one, it's "Case 2" There was this girl, Who disobeyed all the rules, She took many risks She wasnt a quiter And wasnt a fool, She was out at a...
Death,. I'm not afraid of it. Or what it'll do to me. I'm not afraid of when. It comes. Or when it comes for me. No one lives forever. And if i had we did. It wouldnt be much fun.
Irish Really Enjoy Living And Not Dying. Random poems @DontTouchMyCookies.
16+ Well its a bit dirty at the end so ......
Life is a blank canvas, It up to you to create it..
Poems are Only Exciting when Mimed. Random poems @DontTouchMyCookies.
I sit in my Den, Wondering When. This Owl will Hoot and Toot.
This might be Heaven. We might be living, In Heaven right now And we might be the Angels.
What's a world without DAFTNESS IN IT. My feeling exactly!.
Souls Afraid of Death Random poems @DontEatMyCookies.
I looked out my window, One cool summers eve. And i saw a bird, Skinny tall old thing. But little did I know this Bird would give me joy. For a few mounths later, We had a baby Boy.
Im confused, I dont understand, You said that you loved me, You asked for my hand. You got my fathers blessing, It was all aranged. But for some reason you've gone a bit strange.
I sit in my Tree. Smiling. Inspiration all'round. Birds in song..
A dash of kisses A cupful of trust A handful of honesty A ounce responsiblity And a child . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
School is a prison School is a cage School is a horrible horrible place School is a death trap School is a haze School is a jungle a dangerous place School is a bully School is a disease But...
Me, Myself & I I have brown hair, blue eyes. Pink lips, Fab hips, i love to dance, to write, to sing . I tell ya its a wonderful thing. I came from ireland, Cork infact .
When in the night All lays astill When anothings amoving Not even a shrill When the buildings start awaving And the mysterys appear A small little girl hears a whisper in her ear.
I came from 2567 to 545 . Thank to everyone.
"?" what is it "?" what is it Why do we use it What is the point of it We use it in questions Such as who. What. Where. And Why. Its quizitive and we use it quite alot but why. Why. Why.
I sit in my tree Thoughts in my head Writing bout whom Thinking bout gloom My inspiration has gone a bit "?" and a'Dunnah wat ta do!.
Snakes, Snails & Puppy Dog Tails.
Congrats jedward . U done Ireland proud . Not a poem btw. G'luck engleburt humperdin aswel for the UK.
Opuss. Is a mystery for us to uncover with our poems and stories and quotes. xox.
"No Point Crying Over Spilt Milk" Well, That's what my Granny Says....!!!.
Somedays...... Even my lucky rocketship undies don't help My little brother sed this to me it broke my heart <\3.
When you only saw, One set of Footprints, That was when I carried, You..
I was Five, I loved to laugh and I loved to Draw. I really loved to do it all. Until one day when I was Six, these girls started throwing Bricks.
Velvet Sky. Jet Black. Starry Night. Shivers up my Spine. I want the It t'be mine. No-one can own it. Nor hold on to it It comes and goes Nobody knows What happens in the Mists of The Night..
I Sit In My Tree. Pondering. Writing. Imagining..
I Sparkle in the Sun. I Glint in the Moonlight. I Dance with the Wind. I Swish and I Swirl What Am I . The Ocean..
I sit on the step Staring into space Finding inspiration Matching words together.
Sorry Slut but.... LOVE Doesnt stand for.... Legs Open Very Easily Random Poems @DontEatMyCookies.
I sit in my tree Scetch book knee Pencil in motion I shall draw the ocean.
Life Its Very Extrodinary. Random poems @DontEatMyCookies.
I sit on my bed Thoughts in my head Should i write I think i might..
I sit in my tree Thinking, Wondering, Note pad on knee I should write But about what?.
If the world was clean and fresh and all us Humans tried our best. If there was no crime do you think i'd being making this wonderful rhyme.
To live is like to die To love is like to lie To hear is like to see Because you cannot fool thee.
Dark, The place we dare not go. The Devil's work at hand dragging us to the dark dark place . No trace of a innocent soul left . They all left trying to survive in the underworld.
I sit in my tree Just to be me Pen in hand Imagination at work.
"How can a bird born for joy, Sit in a cage and sing?".
God, Speaks through The beaks of Birds.
Bella, On one damp and darkend day, Bella's boyfriend took his love away. Down the road and out of town. He left her for this girl Janice Brown.
Titles have no limits No boundries No rite nor no wrong They could be the start or the end They could drive you'round the bend They could be great Or could be confusing So G'luch to you choosing...
Being me Means being wierd Being wierd Means being great.
Sleep While I Fly Tonight.
This morning the Sky Has only A single bird in it This morning my page Has only A single word on it Skylark.
I sit in my tree I sing luke the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.
You fly in the velvet night. You see what cant be seen. You hear what cant be heard. Lend me your feathers And bones and wings.
Why are we so scared of nothingness. She asked. Good question. Why. Why are we so scared of NOTHINGNESS!!!. Here is a whole page of nothingness IS IT SCARY IS IT????.
Fig Rolls. Delicious. SHOUT IT OUT. Fig Rolls. Delicious Random poems.
If my soul, When I die, Is taken by the body of a beast, I pray that the beast will be a bird, And that my soul will be uplifted by the body of a lark..
To think your being followed. And Its very stalkerish!. xx.
To Die Or Not To Die ...........Coming Soon.............. Have to get 3 likes or more Btw its a story bout a girl and her sister, they only have a mother a hopless slag, slut and a tramp.
I stare at my reflection Face burning Eyes red with tears I take three long breaths 1 ...2... 3....
True beauty isnt about the outside, its in the inside I know you've heard it all before but you really need to take it to heart. Its true.
Starry starry night paint your pallete blue and grey set a sight for a rainy day like a bloody rose thorns as sharp as pionted knifves Starry starry night Wheres your stars tonight.
The way life looks at you in that cheery way .
Why. If you do something good its looked at but then forgotten about . .
Oh is a pleasant word We use it quite alot In a sentence or a single word "Oh" in suprisement, dissappionted, sad "Oh my goodnees" or "Oh my God" Oh oh oh We use it more than we thought.
Follow Me Follow We Follow Thee Please Follow Me I Really Need Thee So Please Help We Which Would Be Me ?.
Hello, How are you I hope yor'gud. I love you opuss and I know i should. This is only short as I have only a few moments. So goodbye from me and i do love thee.
Kasper Kasper my cat Arogent git Silky and proud Perfect meowy pitch Exciting i love him Runnin wild about He's my cat my cat and i love him indeed and if he wasnt a cat he'd be a noble steed .
Silence is a dreaded thing. Thats all gloomy and sad. Could be awkward. Could be embarressing. Not that thats very bad. Could be angry. Could be annoyed. But silence could be destroyed.
I could feel my throat dry up. The crowd was shouting Judy's name. As I walked on stage the crowd fell silent with a moment of whispers and confusion. I spoke into the microphone "Um...