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You show your secret flair, but it's their time they don't want to spare, they pay no attention, like a negative ballanced bill, when your hopes were up they'd have a big thrill, You are...
I hear the midnight train. It races down the tracks. A monster made of metal, Never looking back. If I was a train, Maybe I'd see the world. And I'd explore every cave, Find all the gold and pearls.
history isn't about equations. science. and plans. it's about life. impulse. insanity over sanity. vane over vanity. nothing but a plan to meet. all you can do is not trip up your feet.
I wrote this 14 months ago. I don't know whether to cry or laugh at the ending. Just wish I could hug the old me and tell her "It's gonna get worse before it gets better".
I woke with a start. My legs jerking upwards and I reached back with my arms trying to pull myself up. Why was everything white. Everything was fucking white.
You've taught me to trust again Made me forget that there were ever any other men Showing me that my heart could be mended Despite the number of times it had been offended.
This is a response to @jackalice 's "In A Man A Bird Flies". (What can I say, you inspired me ;]) Strange rhyme scheme, may be a bit hard to follow.
I've never been a 'glass half full' person.
Well you could bask in your confusion. Or start yourself a revolution. But if you did then no one else would care. Now you gave yourself to evolution. Your mother taught you elocution.
I wonder how much you know about you. If you could right now, describe yourself. I can't get inside your head and tell you what to say. But maybe this could start to help;.
Thought I heard you call Heard the phone ring Now its not only my heart You're messing With And I never even told you How cold I never wanted you to see How cold And so old And so fragile And bold I...
~ABC's of Poetry~ It's hard for me to share my feelings let alone bare my soul for the whole wide world to see But I feel that I'm ok now I'm finally comfortable with me I feel like I have...
I know what want and what I need. I just need some guidance please. And now I know what it is like. To feel so out of life. Just run to them, to them. Escape this. Run far then, far then. You'll find.
You stand in the kitchen your heart beating like a wild fire burning,your visions is becoming blurry,the worktop is becoming filled with tear drop puddles.As you hear the conversation between your...
I left my girl with my troubles, I watched them float away in a champagne bubble. I left the wall lights on. And a bass line thumping to the same sad song.
You wanna talk about love. I wanna talk about trust. You think the distance is tough. I think this distance is just. You crave the sound of my voice. I crave the sound of white noise.
I walked and walked. And talked and talked. Wanted to find me. Wanted to just be. So I walked and walked. Can no longer hear the people that talked. Till I was alone. Finally on my own.
Everyone has a story. But only some our. Willing to share there's. With the world. Everyone has a past. But only some wish. To relive it. We all have a present. But some hide away. And don't try it.
The color of my skin tells outsiders one story but not the whole story Latina To me Spanish is the language of love.
See this ink right here. This is to remind me that I've got wings that were made to fly. That from a tiny cocoon, I can emerge and soar with the wind, with nothing to hold me back.
I breathe soft. The memory of you, Lost. Dispersed among these daily deeds. I stand tangled. Freed yet bound by tired gauze. I am on my way....
#opussweeklychallenge #freeverse (or not?!) Took that leap, Off the Edge, Soaring Flying Free I felt, Jumped with Despair, Hope Less, Waiting To hit the Bottom, But instead, I soared, I...
#opussweeklychallenge #freeverse No matter how hard I try I can't make no sense Of us The things that once mattered Have no more worth I get tied up in knots The guilt lingers Draining me I become...
The vulnerable caterpillar an innocent love that we give. It grows whilst it's nurtured and given a reason to live. A chrysalis of emotions hanging on a fine silk thread.