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I guess I'm the only one. Who stays up all night. Just to write. Words on paper. That appeal to you. Guess I'm speaking to no one. Or maybe my words have fallen on deaf ears. Or nobody wants to hear.
Lay there and lay there. Not wanting to get up. The quilt is just so warm. Like a nice steaming cup. Maybe that's what I need. Now the dog's gone and left me. Maybe I should call down.
#opussweeklychallenge Most days through my window, I watch her as she passes by. She's four now and attends the local primary school just at the end of my street. I was it seems going out of my...
Pen to paper doesn't seem hard Yet it's more challenging than you think, Words scrambled around my mind As my head begins to sink.
Last night. I went on pof. Got thrills. Missed you. Still miss you. Feel guilty. Feel like I need punishment to acknowledge, deal and more on. I have my rule book.
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.
Please look in my eyes as I say this, So you can see and hear the sincerity of my words, for they are not lies. And what I say is; One act of kindness towards me won't change your mistakes.
Why is this song stuck in my head. Couldn't it be a song I like instead. I haven't heard this song in 10 years, But the stupid sound is still ringing in my ears. When will it stop.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, December 23, 2012. I don't know how to tell someone I love that I love them. I don't know if I should say it elaborately or just bluntly.
Me; in a nutshell. I keep forgetting about this app, and I apologize. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
I'd never been much of a speaker, I mean sure I talked to people, but I was never really able to bring things across in words. And it made me jealous, how you did it.
Nothing. You can't sleep, still can't unwind. Still nothing. You press rewind and delete the days events in your mind. Still nothing. Why can't I sleep. look at the damn time. Still nothing.
I try as hard as hard may get, Yet words fall from my mind, For when I'm put in front of you, I'm deaf, I'm dumb, I'm blind. How can I have much to say, When I can't form one word.
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can't picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep.
The Burden is relative to all of us. We choose and decide what aspect of our life is a burden.
That old cliche 'I hate goodbye's.' What should be said instead. Farewell. Adieu. So long. Adios. My opportunity snatched away. Your own, I suspect, selfish and oh so shallow reasons.
I feel like our love is dying. I love you. Do I. I can't live without you. But does that mean I love you. I hate you sometimes. I hate everything you are and wish you could be what you aren't.
I wish I could redo some aspects of my life, change some decisions of my life and maybe they would lead to a happier path.
#rant What's the point in having a brain if I'm not allowed to use it. Why let me form a plan, then pull rank and just abuse it.
I can't let him go I want him to see me To love me to hear me To look at me with his eyes Those golden brown eyes that comfort me I want him to make me laugh with his whimsical jokes To soothe my...
#household challenge. You wake me up each morning. With that look upon your face. Buzz buzz buzz, ding a ling. You have no sort of grace. Every morning you are there. Never miss a beat.
Shocking news everyone. I don't always have profound thoughts gouging insight throughout my brain. If I had to rate my brain activity this past week it would not score highly.
I wish I can be a poet so that I can write a poem about how your eyes shine when they look at me or how your smile captures my eyes every time you flash it or how lovely your voice is when you say my...
Dear Doctor, look at this mess... Sorry to say, We made it. We're hopeless, This isn't what you'd call romantics, Can you stitch together a mess in me. No.