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Bright as a button I was as dark as mud Full of life I had an empty soul Volume on eleven But I was stuck on mute A brother to all men But they weren't my own Fantastic imagination It was my...
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Bright as a button I was as dark as mud Full of life I had an empty soul Volume on eleven But I was stuck on mute A brother to all men But they weren't my own Fantastic imagination It was my...
Between my fingers. My Wicked cup steams. Making me think. Of all my hopes and dreams. I've been thinking a lot. Of what I should do. For my New Years resolution. But all along I knew.
I am a loser. I am a loner. I am a cheater. I am a liar. I am a thief and im a nobody. I have lost everything and i have no one to blame but me. I can't control everything. I can't remember anything.
I am feeling down today. I have no idea why. I miss you so much. I feel lost in my mind. my head is spinning in circles. I just can't keep you out of my head. I feel trapped in your existance.
"Eleven Hints for Life" 1. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. 2.
I was going to post a quote But there wasn't any need There's already far too many Clogging up my feed An instalment of my story A nice fat juicy chunk But I couldn't concentrate Because I got a...
Happy New Year Opussians.
A new year. A fresh start. A clean slate. A willimg heart. A new year. For you and me. Full of suprises. For us to see. A new year. This one was good. I loved it all. Like a should. But this year.
I wrote this poem when i was 15 in the year 2008 because i was going through a really hard time in my life.. I am drowning in depression. I am spinning all around. I am drowning in depression.
Ever year I say it: 'A new year, a new me!' I never really think it through, Who do I want to be.
I have nothing to write about, is my life empty. Who am I. This isn't a poem. Why do I think I'm writing. They say don't doubt yourself and your abilites Maybe it's time to doubt.
A new year is coming And new things it brings At the stroke of midnight the angels will sing Single last year And single the next I should be feeling happy But I'm left feeling perplexed That...
This is a mess of writing and for that I'm sorry but my mind is being abstract today. My life is pathetic Would you like to know why. I sleep all day, watch movies all night.
I've never really thought New Year's was all that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not someone who wallows in despair over growing older or rain pouring. I just kinda get on with things.
#firstopuss Frustration is the cloud that hangs oppressively in my mind, that worms in to every waking thought and sometimes my sleeping ones too....
It's getting harder to stand tall All I want for now is to just fall It's not self pity and not a desperate call Never done them and don't like them at all Just want to hide for a while Get under my...
I'm starting 2 think it's me...when I Shld b jovial & celebratory I find that I'm not...maybe I've just outgrown the notion of drinking & being in the club...maybe it's underlying meaning is...
Is there a right way for how this goes You've got your friends And you've got your foes They want a piece of something hot Forget your name like they forgot Ain't that something So when I see you...
Maybe I'm not the best writer, But I'll tell you something. I try damn hard to be close to good. Yeah I can occasionally write a poem or two, But I live writing stories. You know what my life dream...
Oh my goodness, I am so embarrassed about this one. I don't know why. Here goes: I'm staring at this blank page, I'm staring back at me, It's begging me to fill it, To set my feelings free.
I always seem to write about I hate me etc so here at 10 positive things that I like about me... :s Firstly I am as tall as a tree There isn't a chance you're taller than me.
Every day, I wear my mask, So no help ever came, I hide the fear and sadness, Maybe I'm to blame, They just ignore the blatant truth And so no one can see, That beneath this mask I wear Lies so many...
If I was an ear, I would listen to you all day, Listen to your sweet sweet way. If I was a heart, I would love you with all strength, Like I do everyday.
A happy post from me you need. Too many posts of sad I concede. So here's a poem full of sun and no rain. A happy post from the depths of my brain. Lots of smiles and no crying here.