Packratting
My candlesticks stand on my bookcase, The only place where they can go. They gather dust, just take up space, But I keep them.
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My candlesticks stand on my bookcase, The only place where they can go. They gather dust, just take up space, But I keep them.
I don't want to be the zipper on your jacket I don't want to be a handle on the door, I don't feel like like being the space in your mind, No, Not anymore I don't expect you to understand, How you...
The Red is like love. If you're filled with other things, it won't affect much. Consume by itself, and you'll end up drunk. She stands at the door, Hands and body shaking, pops the cork.
It's good to help the aged, Those that are struggling in a time of need; Those that can't help themselves, Struggle just to wash, clean and feed.
Billy the bird no longer cared, he simply refused to fly anywhere. He stood on his branch not wanting to go, he stood in the rain and he stood in the snow.
He was here, Then he left. Days passed, Every time he'd come near me, I'd reach out to him to feel free. All he wanted was to hide from me.
It's so easy when your hurt, Its so easy to pretend. That nothings wrong, Nothings driving you up the bend. You keep it closed in, And then you start the crack.
I was seated on my bed, Writing stories in my head. When the whispy curtains fled, From the window near my bed. My cat jumped from my side, When a light made me wide-eyed.
Calmly sets the lukewarm sun, Which a message to me sends: Neither have I lost nor won, But, now, my toils come to an end. Pain postponed, for now free, May I view this as a victory?.
I woke up this morning Sitting in a pool of light Drifting through my window, Warming to the sight.
Mirror mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all. Oh it's not me, How can that be. Who is it then, My little friend. It's Snow White. Oh with just one bite. She'll be gone, And you'll be...
If I said I loved myself Would you think I'm conceited. Maybe I'm happy. Don't care how I'm treated If I said I loved myself Would you love me to. Would you be pleased for me. Would you feel blue.
If you're not living Then You're dying Not laughing Then You're crying Not helping Then you're hurting Not winning Then you're losing.
At last I see you, At last your there, At last your standing in the outside air. At last I see you, At last you came to me, At last you saw what I can be.
It was hopeless from the start, But it's not like they cared. They tried to keep on fighting, But the boys were not prepared. Ammunition was low, The spark of hope went out.
Oh, you wet pet. I promise this is an actual poem. No kidding. I didn't write it though..
Don't leave me for forever. You said that you had never. Met someone quite like me. But still you said you must be. Free to chase your calling. While knowing I'm not falling. For another whore.
Red and Blue Red and Blue Stuck inside my head Not a clue What to do Blue then Red Red then Blue This was stuck in my head like all day so I wrote it down and now I'm free.
Time is needed, When art is wanted. And with time and art all shall be succeeded. So don't rush art, Or so help you To go back to the start.
It's torture watching you with her The way you look in her eyes with care I try to pretend that it doesn't affect me But I still love you, don't you see.
Whatever happened to bedtime stories. Magical words that transport a child sweetly to the land of nod; Whatever happened to that special time.
When you were a little kid, You were told you were smart, Whenever a guest came home, You were goaded to show off your spark.
I don't know what I'm doing here. Just stare around, face fearful, pale, Bewildered, no cheer, holding back tears, Watching as my efforts falter, fail..
There used to be a looking glass... They said if you grasp, That you'll grab the one thing you want. One said I should get a crown, That was my aunt...