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Dispersing hate like leaves on autumns tree's. Seeds of hurt carried on the wind, spread a far. Planted in minds of the innocent, an ever growing demise.
She died with a camera in her hand, It showed everywhere she'd been. From Paris, Hawaii, back home to Idaho. Oh, the places she went, no one had ever known.
#acrostic Scattered lights upon the dark Tear away at the black Against the night they will attack Rising from the skyline Stuck in perfection's grasp.
Talking to you puts the biggest smile on my face. Ever..
That itch I had, it's back. I'll take my mind and scratch. Inspiration flows. My hands, they know. To write the hurt away. To write for better days. My perspective view has changed.
Look through this dark window Through it you can see my soul There is only a small glow The rest is a gaping hole Here in this place, I am missing a face This realization is tainted with distaste...
First, I cursed. Second, i immersed myself in deep trodden wins. i swam without fins, knit witghout pins. still, I kept gettingbnhuge internet bills will i ever jump out of my window sill.
A poem based on The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. Through the woods, to journey on To a world you thought was gone. A world remembered just in song And child's tales that were old and long.
#acrostic D ESTROY. KILL. I incnerate all evidence of innocence or truth. A sh, in the end, through fire and flame. M eer heroism isn't enough to win my game..
Please read my new story Red, dfirst part out 54 minutes ago!. Xxx.
Hypotheticals. That’s all there is. (Can a life without answers kill?).
H alf O f M y E nergy W asted O n R andom K nowledge.
Did we meet because of fate . There's no rules so understanding it is never quite straight, Why did we both say yes when it was easy to say no.
Goodnight, goodnight. Warm in bed. Sheet tucked up. Pillow snug round my head. Goodnight, goodnight. Pyjamas all snug. Hands cupped round, My warm coffee mug. Goodnight, goodnight. Teddy in arm.
It's all dark from where I stand. No light to be seen across this land. No hope left in those kind souls. Just brainless zombies without goals. The world is bitter, is it not.
thinking about you hurts my head. but sometimes I force myself to anyway. because if I'm not thinking about you. I'm thinking about me. and that hurts a lot too. but at least when I think about you.
On Saturday night a dream of mine came true I don't have many dreams, in fact only a few I went to a place I had always wanted to be On stage with the king Elvis Presley.
I'm a hunter. My ancestors were hunters. Your ancestors were hunters. It's in our nature to kill. But you say it's wrong. I'm wrong.
On their first date, a man asked his companion if she'd like a drink with dinner. "Oh, no, what would I tell my Sunday school class?" she said. Later, he offered her a cigarette.
Catch this wave; ride this tide; feel the ire that I bide; all those that sit and hide waiting for the fire to reach inside; theyve all died says the town crier; this administration's got a crowned...
If you can't be happy living life then how can you be happy?.
I'm sorry for drowning your flowers when I was four. I'm sorry for breaking my arm in your watch when I was seven. I'm sorry for breaking the coal house window with playing footie when I was ten.
First up is something white. Of the blinding kind. Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a colour and all that tired sort of nonsense. But I'm here to tell you that it is.
I did something nice It unfroze my hearts ice It may have been some soap But it gave the man some hope And something other then rain To wash away the pain.