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#sundayrepost. (Not incredibly old but I like this one). Welcome to my mind,. Dark tunnels are not hard to find,. Take a left and then a right,. The tunnels will end with a bright beam of light,.
This is a note to my future self. I don't have a specific time or place significant enough to dictate an opening ceremony. I don't have the answer to everything yet.
Not many understand how it feels to be angry in your bones. To plunge your hands in the filth, and feel a sorrow when you see them.
Hope, they call it that, they call it that to confuse. Light, that's what hope brings, that's what turns around many things. Twist, a little kink, a little kink -it digs in.
Take a pinch, you will see The -then holes in your heart, wasn't me. Examine them, take a look Them holes you speak of -'tis the only thing I book.
Dear John, I am fully aware that this may not be your name, but I had nothing else to call you. I don't know your name.
'Life is not a jail', she said, leaning back, head Tilted, a little, with that caring smile, I have come to Dislike so much. 'Life is not a jail', she said.
A new project of mine. It's a bit lengthy but bare with. Chapter 1 I heard once that happiness is a function of accepting what is. To those at Schwernheim that couldn't have been more true.
Have you ever wonder Part of you right now May not what you remember tomorrow Don't say it's impossible It happens Some of us may experience it Today you met someone You live, you love, you...
#acrostic #thefinale. It's hard sometimes to notice one. Not knowing,til the bullets left the gun. Not realising,just, what you have said. Understanding how, your words have been read.
So you've been avoiding My written words You wanted me to stop But I find that absurd It's how you think It's harder than you know You can't get involved If you want to up and go You came you...
I can’t imagine getting married. I can see a man with a strong jaw line on one knee as his shoe lace turns into a diamond as big as my cornea. The excitement and the disappointment.
Cowards are the shadows; silent, so still. They say Incubus sings in a shadows shrill. Shameless in sun, surreptitious by night; sly and selfish, they soil the sight.
Into 1/2 off late valentines candy Into the eyes of the devil himself Into the color of sunrise in Tampa Into the lava that covered Pompeii Into the screams of shattered trust Into the blood of...
I... don't care... I seriously don't care... If possible, I don't ever want to care. Those outcasts... The bullied, the weak, and the pressured... I don't want to help them...
There is a girl I know, Her name is Tragedy, Everyone you meet, Everyone you see, Today, Is family , to Tragedy.
The bitter lies prevent our eyes from reading between the sordid lines. Failing at sight. Falling each time. Our eyes cry tears that painfully tear from the sides. I'm the chosen subject.
Up so high I'll never fall Just when I think I'm more than fine I hit another wall Send me flying On top of the world Laughing to crying Plunged down the rabbit hole Maybe it's just insanity Call...
Hello again, and today is Saturday, January 19, 2013. I have another story idea. This time I thought of this: the fear you have that you don't like remembering you have.
Magnified mortal shells, mummified Amongst, A Mutating media In so Those of many which defied Spread wings ,take turns ,finding they All murdered, death ,died Mortified This misfire Testified So...
Are we all the same. An enigma that filters itself around the world is individuality. Are we unique. Can we ever be unique. "I swear by God, and bide by law..." does this sentence still have meaning.
There was allot of confused people about this poem , and I don't blame em, it almost a self affirmation ,done with that kinda Picasso wordplay ,I don't like explaining , but in this case I will, to...
People are always saying how an addiction to something is bad. They are all liars. Don't believe what they say.
#bestofopuss (probably my favourite deepish thinking post). Whispering voices fill my head. Unheard words fill me with dread. Processing information super fast. Hidden depths and words from the past.