Obeskrivlig Känsla - 2010
Jag vaknade av att solen sken in i mitt rum, in genom gardinerna som jag hade dragit för fönstret.
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Jag vaknade av att solen sken in i mitt rum, in genom gardinerna som jag hade dragit för fönstret.
You have changed my life in so many ways. Laughter returned, So long a distant dream. A glimpse of life with meaning starts to be seen. Yet still darkness returns, in dark chasms to fall.
Broken Chair I have a chair but it's broken. I won't let go. I'm carrying my broken chair. We move from state to state. I don't share your pain, I don't hear your cry.
#acorn Enjoy..... This system we are enlisted to live in is killing our rhythm. Every job I have bin in you can barely afford a living.
They made me cry, you dried my tears. They hurt me, you healed my wounds. They rejected me, you accepted me. They broke me, you fixed me. They gave me sorrow, you gave me joy.
I am a ghost of myself. Of the child who used to play until the sun splotched red on the horizan and the night poked peepholes to heaven.
In the park, a few blocks from the shopping centre, and a few blocks from the library, was a bench. It was a very old, worn down bench.
I walked alone in a desolate wasteland I walked alone for so very long Putting on a brave face, pretending to be strong I walked on the edge of the cliff, the brink of no return.
It was time. It had gone on for too long, and it was out of control. It had to be stopped. I could take no more. It was driving me insane. A million questions ran through my head. Should I.
Of those Harry Potter fans out there you will recognise the spell I'm sure. Cast over a Boggart to transform it into something humorous.
Well if I come across a little bit distant, It's just because I am, Things just seem to feel a little bit different, I hope you understand.
I'm not sure if its good- I'm trying to find better word for this poem, there might be different outcome with "Butterfly" this is first one. Please do leave your opinion of this in comment thanks...
Bright blue pools of the deepest feelings and emotions, shown through a fluorescent thin shield of happiness.
R eally fed up of how I am. E nough I say, change of plan. C an't afford, to waste more time, L ive for today, I hear it chime. U nknown glories await in line, S o board of being a recluse.
This is it. No time to waste. Make my stand. Make haste. Can't look back. All the same. Doesn't matter. Who's to blame. Set a goal. Chase a dream. Stand tall. Eyes beam. Face the future. Full of fear.
This isn't me. I was Mr positivity. I used to find the silver linings, Now I let shit get to me. This isn't me. I'm just not the same. Something inside has broken free, And left my brain in pain.
Slowly coaxed out of my shell Where I had been so safe for years Then beaten, hurt and sent to hell A place of sorrow death and tears You did this.
Without my crazy mind I would never have found myself and in this way I would never have found you so you see my craziness and yours is important. It's vital. This is my mind on a page.
Out of the satanic darkness comes the light of prayer, After the act of worship a feeling of peace so overwhelming its rare.
If I could gather up All the smashed fragments of myself I would Carefully collect every last one And reminisce About what I used to be Take all of the little pieces of My heart And breathe...
I was sat on a deserted beach,. Golden sands stretch as far as the eye can reach,. The sea so calm and crystal clear,. Pleasant noises appreciated by my ears,. In the sea I see a spool,.
#beginningline #nightdwellers As the snow melted, I wept in awe, The ice prince I'd created, Was a pile of water on the floor, A journey I started, Not so long ago, I built my ice prince with bare...
Today is the day that my life takes on a different path. I long for the stability of my past, only to be greeted by the constant imagery of things that once resembled my life.
Some people have dreams. And they create. Others have none. And they just hate. Dont let them tell you. That we're all the same. Because we're not the same. At all. Through a dirty old window.