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I'm going insane in the brain. A cliché, I know. My thoughts I simply cannot train, as I'm slowly losing my marbles with these incoherent garbles.
A whisper through the trees, Bought me to my knees. I heard those words like fire, Grabbed hold of my desire. It reminded me of you, And those nights that we had few.
Dear little curtain ring So delicate, so small Yet without you curtains Would not hang at all. They would be as useful As windows in the floor I wish, little curtain ring We'd appreciate you more.
I wonder as you stare, That perhaps you're as mad as a hare, What great Oceanic eyes, That sit and learn of my demise, Can you see my soul. Or is there just a hole.
Beneath the dust of many years,hides your fears,your hopeless tears,. Caught up in the glossy photo-sheet, where your dreams and nightmares meet,.
Tomorrow Land October 24 2010 Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and...
Join the dark side, the Priestess said. Tempting, said the poet. Won't you dare, you're halfway there. You just don't really know it. Swell my ranks, she said, and you'll find. A blacker way to write.
It seems my life has been overtaken, By a force so strong it's left me shaken I'm not talking fear or love this time, But an unsettling urge to make everything rhyme I can't even take a bloody...
Many things make me smile. The warm breeze on my face. Birdsong in a quiet place. A tasty meal dancing on my tongue. The goodwill of others. Laughter of child and mother. Beautiful landscapes.
My name is Death. I'll come for you. When you least. Expect me to. In your car. On the train. Bright sunlight. Or driving rain. In the day. Or in the night. I'll come to make. Your soul take flight.
This Isn't Goodbye Sept 11 2011 1:13 AM Your name. A name so guarded I feel retarded trying to remember how I feel.
Fly little bird. whose eyes are the stars. whose wings are my scars, yeah. Fly little bird, whose flight is the wind. a tremor within. the bulging clouds. -------------------- I said tomorrow.
When you’re plus size woman, people like to say "yeah, she's cute in the face", as if being full figured is such a disgrace. Honey, I’m cute in the face, and I’m thick in the waist.
Your curly whirly tail so ringed with desire, you swim in a pool of pure sapphire. A nose that points where ever you are, knowingly senses so near and so far...
Linger a little longer my friend, just for a little while. Linger that I may look upon you, little herald to a smile. My days on earth are numbered, I am weak, my body is frail.
Too many times I've realised, that I have been a fool. When writing rhymes I'm criticised, For bending all the rules. My commas and apostrophes, Are all in the wrong place.
Look in the mirror Hate what I see Ugly and jealous Looking at me. Hate that I hate What I see deep within When I should be content In my body and skin.
Good Morning. A very happy if wet Sunday to you wherever you are. Last night was a relatively docile affair - Wayne's World and a couple of beers - but today promises to be bloody action packed.
Smiling mouth but lying eyes, A wolf in sheepskin, a monster in disguise. Love is what you're after, so how could you be so cold. All my cards are on the table, but all you do is fold.
Happiness is that which everyone longs. but so few of us actually get. Happiness is that which rights all wrongs. and leaves us without regret. Why then does happiness torture us so.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.
I have been pondering for a while Of petty things that took me a thousand miles The thought of you gave me a smile Swept away this thing they call black bile You were once a stranger I know nothing...
To produce nothing but withdrawn faith,. On that once wild, now withered day. Allows us time,. So sweet, so true, so unbelieving. What have we survived, conquered and ultimately overcome.
It's like...