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Answers were hard to come by, when we asked for another, another soul to fry. At the brink of an instant, In an ocean so vast and deep, Thoughts would turn to ashes, And ashes turned and lit the...
… the moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep..
I am a writer blocked by the curses of word unfounded, and a mind quiet. I am a writer cursed without paper or pen.
Happy Christmas Opussians :) Have a good'en XxHannahxX.
God gave you one face - Yet you go make yourself another..
No alcohol. I know that I'm the blame. I'm not ready to lose yet. Tho, this is not a game. Yeah I know that I was wrong. And it don't matter what my reasons. You too hot to be turning cold.
I'm look'n @ this man in the mirror. And I don't like the image. Regretting things I did bad. I swear I never meant it. I'm try'n to change my ways. Mike I know. I always say that. Til I'm betrayed.
Look into my eyes of joy And see no pain Look @ my perpetual smile And see no shame, Listen to my heart beat euphony And hear no crackling Look how much I reveal Just cuz I'm babbling..
My conscious nagging me, Little girl now clamoring, From a collaborative spark, Grows a one winged dove, Scared to leave a mark Scared she seeks love.
I apologize beforehand if this story seems a little preachy; I've been reading a lot of Ayn Rand lately and it might be rubbing off.
Christmas Day is nearly here, and soon our presents will appear. All ripped off in joy and haste, this wrapping paper is now just waste. So think before you throw it in, anything but a recycling bin.
This poem was inspired by...something I read somewhere. I'm not really sure who wrote it or where I heard it, but it alluded to the belief that Death was infatuated with Life.
A bunch of a hundred timy butterflies rose up in the sky, filling the empty air with their beautiful colourful wings.
And there stood he, glorious and free Like the angels that sing to me at night Like a bird of the night sky.
ترى مدري وش السالفه.
I got home today feeling a bit shit so i just when down stairs to have a sit the reason why i feel so sad is because i treat people i care about so bad from here on today i make a promise to all my...
A prickly feeling, Uncomfortable yet spiritually healing, Game of fools, you are dealing, Bet with your time, your thoughts, gamble your feeling, Fold to find safety, play to keep reeling.
When all the trees have dropped their fruit and larvae burrow through. When all the starlings bellies are full and pigs boozy breath mists in the air.
It's not much fun when you're a sheep, The only noise you make is 'bleat', The shepherds tell you what to do, You follow when the plan's askew.
The three wise monkeys; see no evil Hear no evil Speak no evil. The journey of the three wise monkeys starts like this.... The first wise monkey was walking and saw a terrible sight of cruelty.
Dear Yesterday, When I fell asleep last night, I realized I have moved on. I find this to be the best. So now, I have left you behind as a part of my past.
I've been living off of questions, With Chris Tarrant by my side, All of my lifelines, in their hundreds, Have agreed I should decide.
This poem was written about 4 years ago, but it's still one of my favorites.
This is my most recent poem and arose as a result of a discussion with my family about the danger's of inaction A wise man went unto a witch, his fortune to be told He hoped to see his future days...