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Teddy bear, Unhappy bear, Sitting lonely on the bed, Stuffing falling out of your head. Teddy bear, Gloomy bear, Lying disregarded on the floor, Cos no one cares anymore.
There is a gap behind our eyes, An unfilled spot inside our soul. People try to fill it with pleasure - Sex and drugs and rock and roll. Where is the thing that will fill this gap.
Skipping down the stairs, Living life without a care. Staring back at deaths constant stare. Lungs polluting the air. Over here then over there. Not knowing where. Stuck in the same direction.
Does God really exist. Does God actually listen. We pray and we obey But is He actually there.
I am the shadow, hidden from sight,. I am the creature that lurks in the night,. I am always there, no matter what you see,. I am the thing that makes even darkness flee,.
I am pacing, ...pacing, Back And forth, Fingers tracing Heavy doubt, Upon silken skin Pondering a...
Why are there so many innocent suffering. Why. Why is there so much hate. Why. Why are there so many horrible people out there. Why. Why are there so many children dying of hunger and sickness. Why.
Stabbed in the back. By an unexpected foe. A love affair for more. A part of your nature. Falling unforgiven. By thy own will. Tortured by All it took. But greeted by answers. Better than you dreamed.
Making my way Up the ladder of hope One hand gripped tight As the next rung I grope I come to a space That's missing a rung No way to reach up Even with arms outflung And so I stop No higher I...
Must we haste And waste the day. Must we worry About what others think. Must we overthink Every little detail. Must we pretend And lie till the end. Must we fight And blur our sight.
Silver hand upon the window,. Dewdrops fall upon the wrist,. Falling through the blood soaked veil,. Post death wisdom isn't bliss,. Black screen, cold glass, ice blue flame,.
My life is a mystery, I've never been its master. My life is a story, that has never been a glory. It's full of sadness, and maybe happiness. It's very vain And it cause me pain.
I'm curious as to why poets are poets Are we all as fucked up as everyone thinks we are. Perpetual rage against the machine..
This world is a trap, Just all tap, tap, tap, Around and around, Never leaving the ground, Longing, wishing, hoping, All drinking and doping, Will that find more.
As hard as I try I can not see. I want to believe in a god above. Is death the end or will there be. A life ever after in eternal love. Searching my soul doesn't bring answers.
I parked myself on the wrong side of life. Sat drunk again lost into the night. Wondering where did it all go wrong. Then i replayed all the parts I've acted on. You ruined me with your tongue.
One went east. One went west. One found life. One found death. Some come to a crossroads alone. Life often throws a bad dog a bone. Some will bury it for future feasting.
I am vacant. To be vacant from my senses is to wield the blade of my own fate; relentless, it stabs at my longing of your embrace.
Boredom. Such an insignificant word A non essential feeling A meaningless Waste of space. Fight it. Can't be bothered. I am absorbed in grayness The darkness of boredom Is suffocating, drowning me.
You come to me to be assured, That you are loved, that I care, I tell you I only want you to be you, But that of my heart, please, beware, The lists are written, The paper doesn't lie, We aren't...
Falling through the ages, And this is what I see: An endless, bloody ocean, Where violence runs free.
were there ever a time where there was not a moment more. it may be that the light at the end of that tunnel. is the beginning of another life for you once more. let the raven say what it will.
#augustwriteaday Finally up to date. In this theatre of stone angels With Peter, Paul and James I lay my sins before you, Reveal my selfish games.
He is the first light at the end of a tunnel, He is the first tree, He is the first glint of dappled sunlight, He is the first bee buzzing merrily, He is the first dotted, crumpled leaf, He is the...