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I try to imagine. A life without love. I try to imagine. What it must be like. Giving up. I try to imagine. A smile upon my face. I try to imagine. My ideal workplace. I try to imagine.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, Looking back at me was someone I did not recognise. A look of pain in my glass blue eyes, All the anger was deep down inside.
A little help is all I give. No need to be so defensive. Politely say what you need to say. And I will gladly go away. A little chip, as we grow older. May be found upon our shoulder.
You know what is time consuming. I questioned myself. Having all this feelings and sometimes i just think i will burst out. This rotten feelings poisoning me from the inside and i just cant handle...
A good nights sleep is always in need, But a good nights sleep never comes to me. I have school in the morning, And at 7 AM I'll be yawning, Because that sleep never gave me my dream.
Hello again and today is Sunday, January 20, 2013. My fear, among many others, is that i am going to grow old. Well, not just old, because we all have to do that, but an old stiff.
I look out over the wide open expanse, as the soft roar of the surf rushes up onto the shore, lapping the water and trickling back Here is me, Cloudless skies, that give me tranquility and peace...
I become the lead role, the whole world is my stage. Sadly you can't skip over a scene like turning a page.
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.
Stop. Stop and relax. Stop worrying about anything and everything. Now count. Count the seconds that are passing before your eyes. 1 2 3 4 5 All these seconds. So short, yet so sweet.
Mirror mirror. On the wall. Will you catch me. if I fall. Or will you simply look away. Waiting for my price unpaid. Mirror mirror. What is it now. Can't you hear my bloody howls.
Ideally beauty should always be within a person first and foremost. True beauty comes from the inside or so it is often expressed. However, what constitutes beauty on the inside.
A challenge I set myself, With five minutes on poem’s shelf.
Hi Opuss. So this is blog 5. Woo hoo. I have absolutely no idea what to talk about in this blog so I'm gonna start with the OAQ and then see if I get any ideas along the way!. !!!OAQ!!.
I saw a girl. She had blonde curls. Her eyes were blue. Her nails like pearls. She had a smile. So like a child. Which she was. At least for a while. I looked again that while later.
Every once in a while He sends a reminder. Remember, remember, remember... ...just remember that life is short. Smile, embrace, love, laugh.
Sat alone Thoughts in flow Mind is set On past events Emotions run high My mouth runs dry Could I do this again Would I even know why The few scars that remain From the slight bit of pain Is...
How do you know when you are in the dark. I knew I was but not because the room was dark but because I felt darkness inside.
It's my fault. Too long I had to be accepting. For too many years I needed to be tough and strong. And now you have entered my life deceived by my appearance. I am not always strong.
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity. (Proverbs 17:17 NIV) Friend 1.
By Miscellaneous Good Evening, fellow Opussians, unless you are in a different time zone, and it good be Good Morning, or even Good Night, or, Sorry To Wake You Up At Such An Early Hour, But I Want...
The stages we go through when we live: Born as a baby in the arms of a caring mother Her arms always warm and tender The baby's skin as smooth as the petals of a flower The baby's touch as innocent...
Nosey bitch Why are you here This is private Not for your ears I've hurt you enough Why bring this on.
What if there was another us. Another version below or above. Would we look at ourselves and be proud of our lives, Or would we see all the hurt and mistakes not so kind.