Solitude, By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I am working on something, so I turned to reading my favorite poet--Ella Wheeler Wilcox--for inspiration.
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I am working on something, so I turned to reading my favorite poet--Ella Wheeler Wilcox--for inspiration.
I'll get through this,. I'll let the tears flow,. I'll face this black pit by myself,. Let the fear in me grow,. I'll let it all out,. Even if I have to scream,. I'll get over this state,.
Parents. I tried my best to hold back tears, but I couldn't. I started bawling . While I was in my melt down I heard two girls from another team call me a wimp.
Once upon a time in a land far away, Where wealth & health adorned every mans way, There lived a prince of extreme riches, And there also lived a beautiful princess, They had been best friends...
#adventchallenge Every year on Christmas Eve, I climb to the top of my hill; I feel at one with Mother Nature, And a single tear I'll spill. It's tradition now; I don't climb up there alone.
It doesn't matter how strong you feel about something It doesn't matter how hard a decision may be It doesn't matter how badly you want something It doesn't matter if you have a hard or an easy...
I will be here with you. Till the end of time. I will fly around you. When you want to climb. I will hold you up. When you want to let go. I will pull you up. When the wind starts to blow.
I said no. I locked you out. I did not cry. I did not shout. I used my words. I shut all doors. I did not flee. Kept in my claws. I said it calm. You have to leave. Serenity. With no reprieve.
Well you know what. I just don't care. There are far worse things than your cold stare. Harsher things than your grey glare, I'm not a sheet for you to tear. Well you know what. Yeah, I'm strong too.
Everyone has a fear, It makes you show your tears. Whether its the darkness of the night, Or huge spiders that give you fright. Everybody can get over this, You just need a confidence kiss.
On a coach in the middle of nowhere, Shrouded by fog so thick nothing can be seen. Every song reminds me of you, And if I sleep you'll haunt my dreams.
The meaning of life. To give life a meaning. Whats the point in life. If you can't spend it dreaming. Why go through. Without wanting to help. To pick up somebody. Who's been left on the shelf.
When you want to speak but you're too afraid. When you can't understand the game they played. When you haven't even done it wrong. And the feeling stays around too long.
Fingers crossed, All will be well. With some luck, On that we won't dwell. Fingers crossed, We'll come to no harm. Everything will be good, Safe and calm. Fingers crossed, It'll be fine.
#MyMusical CHORUS: Lash out Shout out Scream out Stomp about Shut up Muck up Get up It's tough The world won't be fair, No matter what you say or wear, You just gotta learn not to care.
When all around is chaos. And everything is grey. Don't forget to smile. Each and every day. When humanity disappoints. And the colour slowly drains away. Don't forget to say 'I love you'.
Well my mother used to say when things don't go your way you'll work it out. And my father always said when things are going down, don't stick around.
I've waited hours for you call, but I seem to get nothing at all. Cause every time it lets out a cry it's for someone else.
Stood on the field. Prime for the crown. Wait for what results would yield. To be the queen of the little town. The name was said. It wasn't hers. To a shoulder she bowed her head.
I look into the mirror and barely recognise my face. Swollen puffy eyes are the all-too-telltale trace Of last night's argument and last night's tears, Born of frustration, longing and fear.
It's hard to think he's out there, and he doesn't even care. He doesn't care about his son or the features we might share.
Words so sharp, Like sticks and stones. Before you defend, They'll break your bones. Letters so vicious, Like stones and sticks. They'll weigh you down, Like a thousand bricks.
How did you get here. Been here before. So many times, You've been through this door, But I know how it ends, I know the whole story, Poor little girl, Who is broken hearted.
Today I'm going to buy some rose tinted glasses As this is how I want to view the world I'm going to turn off the TV, delete my apps And ignore the sadness unfurl Is there no good news to report Or...