It's too easy to fall in love and too difficult to change it.
He goes away today With a smile on his face And a confident walk; A spring in his step. Dressed in army fatigues, Proud of who he is, Off to serve the people For queen and country.
It's funny, you know Because we're human We're all the same inside Same species Same model, if you will And yet we're all different And so we fight And we disagree And then comes the hatred Anonymous...
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in an ivory tower. She wasn't clever, or important, or a good person, but she thought she was, and that was why she was there.
You made me Fabricated me slowly From the scraps on the floor Through your care Your infinite attention And your problematic mind I became one being One person Through you I became me You shaped me...
The sun shone down on me As I crossed the street And I saw a stranger wave to me And I smiled and carried on with my day.
yeah i guess i'm feelin bad. ya could say that, yeah. it ain't been easy 'ere. everyfin's a mess. i ain't givin up though. i got more t'live for than i knew before. i just gotta keep goin, is all.
If I had a home. You could come on in. I'd make you tea. 'Two sugars, am I right?'. If I had a car. I'd take you for a drive. Wherever you liked. 'Which junction is it?'. If I had a heart.
I haven't been using Opuss regularly of late. There are reasons. Internet bans, my iPod crashing, lack of inspiration. But it was mainly because lately I've been feeling pretty damn rough.
I've been trying to hide from the world. And I thought it had worked. Maybe they had gone away, And they wouldn't bother me anymore. But no matter what I did, or do, They always find me again.
It took me two attempts to swallow the pills that night. The methadone was bad enough, but at least the tablets were small. The anti-depressants were huge, difficult to swallow.
They told me to come and dance, They told me I should jive, But now I think about it, surely I am only half alive.
Hailstones pounded the sodden earth, whistling through the chill April air and raining blows on Luke's head. He felt nothing. Sitting on a rickety wooden bench on Hampstead Heath, he was numb.
My callous hands are waiting My spiteful body crawls But whatever is this daydream. I just can't have it all..
Just want to let anyone who hasn't seen the Hobbit know that it's the best thing since sliced bread. It is AMAZING. I want to see it again but it isn't showing in my town anymore so I'll have to...
I went out for some milk three days ago, I met Dali in the street, he knocked me off my feet..
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I wouldn't be here. If it wasn't for you. Tulips are yellow. The leaves are green. Where my life's going. Remains to be seen. The earth is brown. The ashes are black.
*This is going to be short; there are only three parts.* Luke sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, slowly, methodically burning the newspaper he had kept for two weeks.
I'd go into that shop My favourite of them all CDs, DVDs, you name it I'd buy as much as I could Seventy quid at a time 'Blown' on disks of plastic What a waste, mum said But they made me happy And...
A boyfriend. A job. A talent. A social life. A bit of peace. A good immune system. Any clue of when to stop. Hope. Faith. Time to decide..
There's a club if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you. So you go and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home and you cry And you want to die..
I drove a nail in the bottom of my walking boot. So I wail every time I hit the floor. I'm dragging and a-bleeding, I'm begging and a-pleading.
Hidden under layers of clothing, my scars stand out only to me. I can feel them itching their way into my dreams at night. They rupture fresh and shatter my hopes but I can't hold on any longer.
Oh, bleak and bitter day, I beg of you, Please take me up in your thrall. Powerful winds and battering blizzards, And I lose sleep each night as owls call..
Lucinda stinks of cigarettes, Hardy smells of weed, Sammie ran away from home, Josie's pregnant at sixteen. Is this the state of society Or did they bring it on themselves.
Apparently it's going to snow this weekend where I live. I really hope so, not because I'll get a day off school... Well, okay, maybe that a little bit.
Seething darkness, white hot water, Save your son and save your daughter. Monster comes and takes the blood, Leaves dead and dying in the mud.
Hall of mirrors, hall of dreams, My brain's bursting at the seams. All I see is shattered shapes: Glass shards in a frozen lake. Wings and feathers beat the sky, See the awe in wide-open eyes.
Hello darling, how are things. The bell echoes in my head as it rings. The fire and ice don't make sense, So I'll just stay here with you instead..
I've been looking back over old stories and poems that I've written, and I've found that the themes are quite... Worrying, shall we say.
I want to wake up and smell the cigarette smoke as you sit staring out of the window into the mist. I want to taste the metallic tang of coffee in the air as the mug sits steaming by my bedside.
Under the cover of a beautiful day I am walking, silent and swift. But all is not still inside my head; I am screaming, screaming, weeping.
Carrying me on the tides, it flows; The sea, black as night-sky clouds. I flounder and splutter harshly In the icy doom that lies around.
I can't dance and I can't sing, But I could show you everything. So come with me, just take my hand, I'll bring you away to a wonderland..
'I can't come over, I'm busy.'. 'I don't want to talk to you right now.'. 'I've got to study on the night of your party.'. 'No one will talk to me, so why go?'.
Just when I think I'm better, I start to get much worse. And at the moment I'm sinking; Feels like I'm under a curse. But I guess it doesn't matter If I lose all that I am.
New year, new me. No. I'd much rather stay as I am. No matter how imperfect that makes me..
And as the world comes to an end I'll be there to hold your hand Cause you're the king and I'm your lionheart. -Of Monsters and Men.
I've sold my soul to the devil And crept through darkening nights. I've seen what's in the distance, And it doesn't seem too bright. But I'll carry on regardless; I know the way I must go.
I'm not looking for attention. I'm looking for help..
I see him and I wonder: Is that the real him. Or is it just a front That he wears to show us That he's okay, he's fine; Living his life happily. Although he could be sad And we wouldn't know.
Stay up till midnight, See in the year, But then you can't sleep For the gathering fear. Your heart is a land mine Waiting to blow, And the fireworks seem To make it want to go.
Hello, everyone. I'm going away for a few days, to my nan's house. We always spend Christmas there, and I normally go a few days early to help her sort everything out (and eat all the chocolate).
He stands on the brink of heaven Looking down on the mortal earth. Staring at the woman he fell for; The woman who lost him his wings.
When I read through Opuss and I see the things people write, the things they are really going through in life, I feel so sad for them, for all of you.
Love is a thing to be treasured. To be held close and to be grateful for.
He was white dusk in the blackest of days. He was a tower of light in the darkest night. He was afternoon sunshine that warms your back. He was cheerful laughter in a room full of silence.
Hospitals never used to scare me. Not even when I was very young. I remember when I was about four, I had to go to hospital and have a tooth taken out. It didn't worry me in the slightest.
The shivers roll down my spine The river's banks wooded with pine The cold air hitting my bare arms But hold me close as the breeze calms..
My English teacher gave me entry forms for a poetry competition and a story competition. I'm thinking about entering both.
What have I become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt I will let you down, I will make you hurt..
Attics full of junk and memories Pathways to worlds you used to know Boxes stuffed with china, glass, and pots The things you once loved and left behind..
Wrung out tight and left to dry Like a cloth you hang in wait All the love drained from your life Pink water slipping down the plug hole..
Stuck inside, curtains closed, Light filters in on your face.
Earth, fire, water, air Bound in solid stone Blood, chaos, darkness, light Brought to this sweet home.
Weary one. Wander roads less travelled. Looking for a home. Searching for family. Over hills and valleys. To the village by the lake. Houses, stone and yellow brick. The place you came from.
Sometimes we become heroes, not by doing something brave and wonderful, but by simply being there and inspiring people with the words we write and the things we create..
Feeling scared today Write down 'I am okay' A hundred times the doctors say I am okay I am okay I'm not okay.
Morning air, winter's day: Clouds of sinuous smoke Billow up from the chimneys. Evening wind, winter's night: Two planes, together they twist Around in a dance of the sunset..
*Unfinished* Stretch of years between child and adult: Only five or six but don't it seem long. The teenage years where time stops.
He used to have it all: Money, friends and love, A good relationship with life And the world around him. But after a while he faltered. As the years passed by he slipped And he became someone else.
She was the perfect student Straight As, always listening Happy-go-lucky, laughing along Spending her nights out with friends The perfect girl, you would say Pretty and popular, attractive Boys...
There comes a time in everyone's life when you realise that you have to let go and just leave it behind because it isn't worth the hassle. That time in my life is now.
I don't even want to try anymore. I'm so confused about everything. Is my best friend really my best friend. Is she worth the struggle. Am I really in love with someone I haven't a chance with.
Some are born great, some become great, and others have greatness thrust upon them. And some are just not that great, to be honest..
I will always be A storm on the sea Flashing lightning Thunder and rain I fly far away Through glory days Tempestuous wind Soon to die..
I was on my knees Breaking down When you picked me up And told me that I Could do anything As long as I tried Painted the words on the wall You told me I was a miracle You gave me hope And you gave...
Drop dead, they hiss. Through gritted teeth. As I pass by. They turn away. But the whispers stay. It's all just the same. The hate and misery. Nobody seems to know. Where it came from.
I shiver Same as I do every time You touch me But in the winter night In the cold You shiver too And we are together The way we're meant to be.
*Just to be clear, this is a story* The morning light shines down, grey flat clouds filling the day. The sounds, the sights, the character of the city still glimmer everywhere. It seems wrong.
Safety pins on black fabric. Jackets pulled around cold arms. Icy breeze around concrete walls. Pieces of carpet tossed on the floor. Graffiti'd murals, mortar slabs. Heavy wooden desks and chairs.
I can't stand seeing the people I love suffer..
So. That's it. Friendship over. He defriended me on facebook without telling me. He didn't give any indication he didn't want to be my friend. He's just started ignoring me.
Have you ever had a feeling like you just want to forget everything. All your feelings and the things you once did. That's how I feel now. And I don't mean to moan, but it's getting me down.
Was I made to be a hero. Cause I don't feel like I am. I don't know how to save him But I'll do all that I can. He's the only one who loves me And I watch him fade away.
I wear my scars plain upon my skin. The marks standing out against whiteness. Ugly and brutal though they may be. They are the evidence of my life. Scars on my feet from the distances I've walked.
I don't know what's wrong with me. One minute I hate everyone and want to be alone forever, the next I'm crying and wanting someone to hug me and hold me and tell me it's okay.
I hate that feeling you get when you see someone you used to be close to and can't decide if it would be weird to go up and say hello..
So, it's finally begun. College and sixth form open days. There was one tonight I should have gone to, but missed.
To a writer, the truth is no big deal Noah and the whale- L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
I've started to block out my emotions so that I can't feel the pain anymore. I don't want to feel the way I feel now. Unwanted. Unloved. Useless I'll give you an example of this.
All I want is nothing more To hear you knocking at my door 'Cause if i could see your face once more I could die a happy man I'm sure When you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside I lay...
I read the stories they write for you. I read the false ones and the real ones too. The real ones hurt me more than false ones ever do. Cause, God, how my stupid feelings are true.
They say that when one door closes, another opens, but right now, the doors are sticking and I'm trapped in a dark grey hallway with nothing..
I wish life was like a game; games have reset buttons..
So... I have done something which could have been good, could have been bad. I haven't decided yet, but who cares. I wrote a letter to Noel Fielding.
If I should fall to endless sleep I shall tell you, do not weep My body may crumble and rot away But my soul will forever stay..
I give up..
Lies. That's all I get nowadays, and it's not just a little white lie every so often to save my feelings. It's daily lies, so blatantly obvious to everyone, including me.
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Morning on the horizon. The sunrise's sweet caress. The clouds tinged pink. The way I think. My thoughts are in a mess. The city lights are failing. The night begins to end. The streets start to call.
I have learned how it goes What you wait for never shows... Patrick Wolf.
Strange tastes Frozen wastes Broken dream in the echo stone Open eyes Softly cry Heart beats slower than the footsteps go..
I stand in the corridor Talk to a friend Dreary conversation Won't it ever end. You enter the corridor From the other door My friend moves my attention What else are friends for.
People are like cars in the rain. You can try to avoid them, but there'll always be one who has to run through the puddle and dampen your mood..
That night was hazy. I know the exact time the blade sliced my skin. 11:02pm. I know the time the blood finally stopped flowing. 11:38pm. Little else is clear in my mind. I don't know why I did it.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I'm hungry, but I can't eat. I'm cold, but I can't get warm. I'm in pain, but I can't stop it.
I've never had a word for my religion before. I've believed for a long time that all gods exist; all that have ever been believed in or will be believed in.
Is it so hard to tell me the truth and just tell me you don't want to me my friend anymore. Don't just leave me in this limbo, ignoring me, leaving me out.
I had a feeling today I have never felt before, of seeing someone I love, really love, and feeling like the bottom dropped out of my stomach. It was so entirely odd, and I had to fight not to gasp.
It was a long day, that day The same as every other The stars shone bright and cold And we were all quiet as mice We knew what was to come soon We all knew what would happen The events to come...