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Let's face it You are scared. Of what, I know not But you're scared, I see it. It's why you do The things you do Why all of this Just happens. Deny it all you want. It doesn't hide the truth.
#nightdwellers. What's in a word. That hasn't already been said,. Sometimes there are no ways to describe how I feel. So they stay sadly inside my head,. No poem or rhyme,. Can save the time,.
Tomorrow, won't you wait for me.
I'm the cause of the mists, I'm the cause of that steam. I'm the cause of those waves, That disrupt and cloud your dreams.
The sky scares me. It seems so open, so empty and devoid of life and colour. Down here, there are lush forests, wild planes and mountains, shrieking with wind.
Sat here in the pub we are in I'm drunk and there not, I see them as there true selves and they see me as a freak, weirdo bound for nothing but who cares.
What do I want. I can honestly say I have absolutely no clue.
Writing has always been a part of my life. There's always been this unknown force that keeps drawing me to the idea of taking a pen and sheet of paper to write my dreams, my ideas, my poems, my love.
Wait for the reveal Time to shine amongst your peers You are the Only - Such slow acceptance As the tick of the clock goes Stuck in summer school - Dwarvish, stout and bold "...Side by side with...
(Not sure about title). I fear that fear and fear alone. Might be the ship that takes me home. Might be the demon that I can't fight. I fear that fear may dull the light.
A promise is nothing if not kept. A sacrifice is nothing if not made. Happiness is nothing if you secretly wept. Love is nothing if affection fades. Dreams are nothing if not chased.
Fall down from the sky, Twisting, Turning. I feel like I've killed you, You're melted, Burning. Your tiny little arms, Like wings, Delicate. Land on my lashes, I see the details, Intricate.
#adventchallenge Intricate snowflakes, Floating to the ground, Silently communicating, Yet, without a sound. A blessing from above, No two the same, Each and everyone-unique, But deprived of a name.
They'll dress it up like they're doing you a favour, when really all they're doing is fucking you over. That's only an analogy, because I was playing a game.
My book of words, That mean so much. Unravel my thoughts, That I so closely clutch. Of love, Of hate. My poetry book, Holds future and fate. A figure to think, A friend to confide.
To be aware of my senses To be aware of my emotions To be aware of my grief To be aware my tenderness To be aware of my goodness To be aware of my impulses To be aware of my thoughts and desires To...
I place a mask over the face of my real self. I play the role which disguises who i really am. Somewhere inside you and inside of me. Lurk our real selves, a static and formed reality.
I wanna retreat inside. Go hide. In a place my own. Be alone. Not be seen. It feels freeing. I'm in my mind. Retract from time. Hide in thought. Buried and lost. None can see. The hidden me.
I hear my heart, Thudding inside. Its good to know, I'm still alive. I feel my heart, Pounding away. At least I know, I'll live another day. I see my heart, Lifting, pumping.
It's funny sometimes. The things we can't bring ourselves to say. And you only realize later. When you tell yourself it wasn't supposed to be this way. When you lose something so special.
What am I If I am not my thoughts.
Have you ever known a feeling true Do you just drift in shades of blue Give it all up for something new Do you have the strength to see it through An empty promise is holding you... Is that true.
It was one of those days where I had so little to do that I had a chance to relax and enjoy myself. Gave off some extra energy and anger by having a great workout.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, December 12, 2012. Today I was unfortunately reminded about a remark I made a few years back whose long shadow finally caught up with me.