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We like to have control of things in our life. Many for different reasons.
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We like to have control of things in our life. Many for different reasons.
Sometimes I feel isolated, I'm so on my own. The world is moving quickly, swift. Yet I am all alone. Everybody's on fast forward, So in tune, in sync.
Time passes with the running stream, Fleeting like most hopes and dreams, Like the sound of the ticking clock, Pain flies on with the soaring flock, And the flow of life continues on, Into the night...
Life is like pasta,. Exactly like pasta,. And I will tell you,. How I know,. Both can be spicy,. Or simple and plain,. Both twisting and curving,. Or sheets in a row,. If left unattended,.
Am I the hurting man, The doer of death. The one who slays thousands, With every breath. Am I the quiet man, Secretly stalking. Hiding, www scanned, Silently walking.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all. Who's the ugliest, the worst, Who is treasured, Who is cursed. Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who will rise and who will fall.
If you died tomorrow, What would you do today.
(I see alot of poems out there written from the perspective of a mourning somebody who's lost a close person. Well, how do you think the Dead person feels...?) To breathe again, What would I give.
#nightdwellers Pale white, With frozen skin. Patients for life... Wearing thin. A creature of night, Not a creature of day. Others who live, Need to simply decay. Rushing around, All the time.
If we were Friends not enemies Would you talk to me Without cuss words.
Wouldn't it be funny if life didn't end. Wouldn't it be funny if wounds didn't mend. Wouldn't it be funny if people lived forever. Wouldn't it be funny if forever was never.
#100days The world is full of anger The world is full of fear War and violence slit earth's throat Our fate could rest on a mere few leaders Just remember to smile The world is full of dollars The...
A melancholy mauve settles upon dreams, Descending quickly, but without haste, Encompassing and shrouding, smothering and clouding, So happiness dives, encapsulated, into the deep, Fearing, not...
Picture frame of life, Why do you let us leak. Do you not like our colours. Or see us as futile and weak. Picture frame of life, Why don't you care. Why aren't you bothered that you're leaking away.
Howling winds and pouring rain. Accompanying lightening and thunder: BANG. I've lost my keys somewhere, who knows. I'm soaked through and through all the way to my toes.
Equally divided, put the test to the fates. Slowly but surely it adds its weights. Secretly marking all the days. You make a single mistake. Play the wrong card.
@MelchiorJ13 #household Tick tock, Tick tock All the seconds click by Tick tock, Tick tock, From the sunrise to the time it sets in the sky Tic tic tic tock Seconds, minutes, hours days Tic tic tic...
Cant you see Your floating right next to me Or am i blurred Just a fuzzy pixelation in the night Keep your eye On the north star while you fly And spread your wings And take to the sky I can see...
And I think around. In circles. Ever growing. Winding. My thoughts become. Knotted like. A ball of wool. Thrown in a corner. Where the needles clatter. Left to gather dust. Around.
#household Ripples running over me Giving me a shine I never could attain in life, One I could never find.
If you have no place to run to, I will make one. Mold it from the shape of my heart and hands And ship it to you, so far away. I promise the night will never come, And your mind will never fail you.
Sometimes I wonder If I I've done enough to be remembered by. To leave foot prints in the sand as the sea water kisses the sky. Do you follow my ways and take large faithful strides.
A heart is a lonely Phoenix,. A spark, but not so bright,. When love is born and angels fly,. Comes the time when sparks unite,. The flame that burns through lovers true,. Is a bond sealed by fate,.
#Household I could live in a house of gold, It could be young or it could be old. I could live in a crumbling wreck, With a holey roof and a rotting deck.