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What do I Need to be. How can my life evoke change.
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What do I Need to be. How can my life evoke change.
Perfection is what you should see when you look in the mirror,. Pride is what you should feel of your work,. Love is what you should feel from friends and family,. And what you should return,.
By Miscellaneous Hello, fellow Oppusians. Now's *read title here* !. Don't you feel as if a weight is dropping from you already. I know how you feel...
If I ask you nicely Will you attempt to find me A peaceful place my friend My minds running rings All the unfair things This world presents to see How can this be.
Sometimes it's too hard to find the path through all the rain Even when your eyes are dry it just wells up again Sometimes it takes a million tears, an ocean of regret Before a path's revealed and...
I remember. Not through want and of joy. But of woe through compulsion. No wisdom came with. Torment without accrual. Just eternal bitterness. Where optimism once stood. I remember faintly.
Don't know what to do. I'm stuck in flux. I've had a bit to drink. Maybe I've had too much. My head is feeling dizzy. There's a sickness in my gut. I'm not sure where I am. I'm stuck in a rut.
My gift is my curse. The words i sew are true. Love tattoed on my skin, behold scars old and new. A demon from the darkness, the bane of my own mind. Telling me to do it, speaking words to me unkind.
One day I'll look back and I'll see what we've become. I know I'll regret and want to forget all the bad in my past, in our past. But I won't call this and I won't call us a mistake.
Words breathe fire like the flame from a pheonix as it rises from the ashes. Spitting hope and faith for a better future as it ascends from the darkness and lights up your mind.
Everything my dear Has been going wrong Death decided to grip my throat and never let go, until I give up. I won't, I'm a fighter But the feeling is so content, so tempting, I could never.
Now as you see I live to write Poetry. I feel it comes quite Naturally. But my father has Brought to my attention a very good point I feel I should Mention...
Is this finally over, or has the battle just begun. I knew it was simple, For me to just get up and run. But I won't, I'm stronger than that. Told myself I won't fall and I won't be hurt. Not anymore.
#acrostic. Beginnings middles, and. Ends,. Greet us through life's many riddles,. I often get lost in life's frustrating blends,. Navigating my way through,. Negotiating life and its trials, even.
I never claimed to be perfect. I never claimed to be fake. I never claimed to be a great writer. I never claimed to be a saint.
I am not a religious person. I wasn't brought up to be. But sometimes I wonder if life would be different if I were.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to have awkward moments everyday. They're unavoidable in my situation and they're really annoying. It's not that I don't want those moments to disappear.
You still love me. I know it's true. It's in your eyes. Heartache through and through. I hurt you, I know. And I can't say I mind. Can't tell you I'm sorry. Can't force myself to be kind.
How often do you look back and really reflect on what you've done. The insignificance of it all. Pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts. But do you ever wonder how you'll be remembered.
I've had a little problem, Bad judgement on my part, I've posted work that did not come, Straight from my own heart.
Made a big mistake Ever thinking that you cared When it's obvious you're actin like I'm not even here Well I've got news for you Better listen up right now Gotta give to take no you can't...
To me they are always kind Really, I should pay no mind Unless I'm being stabbed in the back Still, I'm not; so why do I feel attacked. That hasn't happened in a long time.
The veil of sanity. Shields my face. Behind this facade. Madness does grace. The whispers torment. The shouts they hurt. Inner turmoil drives. My face in the dirt. Perplexed of mind.
My storm pride embraced tide. Kinda awesome and mostly Benign. Most functions shall self redesign. Contaminated resurrection, resigns. While. My beautiful reconstruction. still flys.