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Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
it's a thief in the night to come and grab you it can creep up inside you and consume you a disease of your mind it can control you I feel like a monster..
Sick of the dark, sick of the cold Hate the depressing flat gray Aches and pains, feel so old I hate living this way Work, problems and stress All I seem to remember What an ugly, common mess All...
I'll say yes. And second guess. I lost myself. And I'm a mess. I want you. And want him too. But neither is right. Not sure what to do. Don't know where I've gone. Or what ever went wrong.
The way you flip your hair, the way you cross your legs. The way you just do everything that you don't recognize is what I love best. But what I love the most . Is how you make me feel.
I am an infinite combination of song. Rhyme and rhythm bursting through my finger tips. Passion coursing through my veins. Thicker than blood. I am an infinite combination of song..
Thank god this day over. I thought it'd never end. It tried its best to break me. But I found a way to bend. No I'm just exhausted. Feel like I'm at the brink. I'm glad tomorrow's Friday.
Flying, freedom Motion art Kick, smile The art of power Fatigue. No longer Just raw momentum Thrum of joy That comes with life.
There was nobody,. Nobody to stop her,. The lies consumed her,. The horror ate her soul,. The feelings pierced her heart,. She was empty,. All she felt was pain,. She wanted to be numb,.
It's funny How we forget What it was like To be little And have our hearts Pure And scarless Because the breaks Can be glued together But the creases remain And that little girl Cant handle the...
As way of the NewYork Times ROME — The choice of Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio as pope was so surprising, the Italian bishops sent out an e-mail congratulating the wrong man.
It's eleven at night, I cannot sleep. Thoughts drifting through my mind, Cold air crisping my uncovered feet. Night, the moon so bright. Such a peaceful time they say. Yet in my bed I lay.
There must be a place; a place where they still exist. A place far away, shrouded in the mist. Where I can get the gist, of stories now dismissed. To find this place I wish, so on-would I persist.
And I cried because. It was the best thing I ever had. And I lost it. Gone. Gone. Gone. But you crawl out of bed. You get dressed. You go to school. You smile and talk. You forget. An eventually.
I wonder why I go on face book at all some times , all it is ,is like a superficial covering of the true persona , kinda like church behavior when your a kid at Sunday school , we don't always wear...
Hello again, and today was Thursday, the 14th of March. If you ever feel down, read this if you may. You have friends and they will help you get through this.
A hair cut is like your personality Cut it short Gives you a greater view on reality Or let it grow and convert Into a thick lush forest of hair Make it spiky Show the world that you are priceless...
Once when i was five, and my little brother was a baby, he did diarrhea on the rug.it was all green and slimy.so my mom told me to quickly get the paper towel roll. So i ran to get it.
Rocks in the river. On the side of it too. Cream colored leaves on the ground. Kindling for the life of the woods. Colorful leaves of fall. Red, orange, yellow. Evergreens so scarce.
Her heart is beaten. Ripped shred to shred. Her insides are being eaten. Slowly by society as if she is dead. Her friends left her alone. But they never knew and never will know.
It's late, I was flustered, But didn't feel like ham and mustard, So the energy I mustered. To go make me some custard. I tried on the hob, But that turned out lumpy. So I felt like a knob.
"I love you". I thought I loved her to. But in that moment I wanted nothing more but to run out of that apartment. I guess it's because I hate commitment. Or letting someone down.
A good heart thinks of one million reasons. A bad heart makes up one million excuses..
A priest was on his way to church when his car ran out of gas. He was in the middle of nowhere with no gas station around. His phone wouldn't get any reception.