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A slight ticking From the clock in the back A horrid silence It sounds to thick I walk along the floor Barefoot in the midst Is something greater. That I have yet to miss.
I barley ever see my dad . Some people say that's really bad . But he's in work from dawn . Till dust . And he never sees me but I think he must . I went to his work one day .
My mind. It keeps on racing. Never missing a beat. In a world full of broken engines. It cannot catch defeat. Entrapped. Immersed. In thoughts. Of which I can't begin to speak.
#sundayrepost "Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think.
#acorn The world is suffering The cracks appearing 'Powers that be' leering Humanity is fearing The corrupt jeering World poverty looming Media is deceiving Plots interweaving Chests are heaving Is...
Stay with me Please don't ever leave my side With you I have no fears to hide Next to you is where I always want to be.
1990, Come and dance with me. 1991, This year should be fun. 1992, I'm in love with you. 1993, This isn't working for me. 1994, I can't take this any more. 1995, Im not the luckiest girl alive.
A far away song A far away land A far away wrong A far away hand A far away gun A far away man Shouts loudly 'Help' And we must respond.
#sundayrepost. Wars and killings all over the news. Why are we silent doing nothing for this abuse. Leaders and their bullshit are locked in their rooms.
#sundayrepost I can't fucking take it anymore Idiotic talking heads gonna give me the score. They vomit a cacophony of crap. Do they have any brains or are they all just on smack.
#stupidthingspeoplesay 'Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio Moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried...' With thanks to Dexy's Midnight Runners, these are the first lines to...
#sundayrepost Where are the protestors demonstrators and youth of today.
He's like reaching for the moon. Out of my league, out of my grasp. He's become my whole universe. All consuming, lost in a love so vast. I'm floating, swimming, pink sky space.
I'm hooked on this age old pasttime of turning yarn in loops chain, treble or cluster each combination makes something new.
It has, yes, it has... it was...where. green blood. No alien I am, Though strictly in my heart...Un-understood . Red blood there too... ohh...but the pain.
You know there's a book, Full of half written stories, Full of little White lies.
Ginger tea, Ginger tea Steamy, warm and sugary when im down or feeling blue if i have the sniffles too Ginger tea, Ginger tea you'll always be a friend to me..
Graffiti Art decorates the landscape. An urban life the spray can paints. Creative gems scattered in our city. Depicting happiness along with the gritty. In a concrete jungle a uniformed...
Dear pessimist, optimist, and realist. While you guys were busy arguing about the glass of water, I drank it. Yours sincerely, the opportunist..
Would you take your secrets, Hide them in a box, Would you store your feeling, Just to keep them on lock Would you run away when you know my mistakes. Would you ever love me Ever again..
Only for you. I lay my colours down. Plate it up. It's a gift to you. Only for you. I'll never hide the truth. Show you all the lies. I hope you love them too. Only you can. Hurt me the way you do.
#sundayrepost. #depressionawareness. She's sitting in the bathroom. Alone and so afraid. Opening the secret box. She finds her trusty blade. She doesn't want to do it. But it's all she's ever known.
Once Muhammad Ali was on a flight and before take off he was asked by the a air hostess to put his seat belt.
I am a broken toy, a fragile bone, a broken record. I am a broken, torn up, shattered, lost soul. Fix me. Patch me up, Glue my broken pieces back together. I depend on you.