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I know you didn't mean. To hurt my mentality. I know you didn't mean. For it to effect me. I know you were having trouble. And that I was young. I know you are still in pain.
"You say life should be lived to the fullest, so why won't you give me a full glass of wine?" Yes, this was said by me, and then this crossed my mind; How to others see, and fulfil,...
Im gone forever. Cant you see. My heart wont sever. So set me free. Im gone right now. Cant you see. And I dont know how. So set me free. Im lost in this place. Never been found.
I envy to dive under and discover the pearls in your vastness of melancholy blue As the waters open into the distance, the surface multiplies as far as the eyes can possibly view Since I found out...
Hey guys. I'm in a way unfamiliar with Opuss and not so popular here, but I'm creating my first challenge. I created a poem that's quite long, and I don't know what title I should give it.
And it's just one of those nights. Where your mind is as cloudy as the night sky. And your thoughts are louder than your mouth. Where there's too many emotions running through your veins.
To not recognise your reflection, Is to lose track of yourself. A confusing mental projection Can be bad for your health. The stranger in the mirror, The shadow on the wall.
I never write about me... I guess it's 'cause I can't sum it up too well at all (and I'd probably end up rambling and depressing you all!!.
Plato did it, so I can as well. Extending thoughts about things unknown, things unheard of before this time. Getting inspiration from those like Socrates and refusing to preach it.
One of those moods Those god-awful moods I'm not knowing much of everything And I'm questioning Every Single Thing I've ever known Laying here blaring music Who's soft touch always felt just a...
in a world full of beauty, we focus on dark. if the world was an ocean, then id be a shark. metaphorically of course, for I am gentle at heart. my words are my weapons, which tear pages apart.
Did you ever get that feeling that you want to go home. But you're already there. Did you ever get that feeling that you need to close your eyes. But you'd already veiled your stare.
I was lured down into the basement where it was dark, oh it was very dark. I was lured by my emotions and not by my heart.
Things are in my head and I just don't know what to make of it, should I give up fighting cause I don't think I can take the hits.
Time is a gift, We lose it each day. Reflect on your wishes, Make them happen each day. I have taken a journey, To discover myself, I'd lost "me" through troubles, Lost colour and health.
For tonight I wish upon the stars in a sky that shimmers blanketed with dismay that’s created and fed.. by me.
You stare up through the ceiling, Wondering if there's a God. You feel like David Bowman, Alone in his space pod. You stare down through the floor, Wondering if there's a Hell.
Recommended soundtrack: "life and death" http://snd.sc/dVselL My journey continues as it passes through steep hills made of choices that keep altering my way ahead.
Sometimes I play detective. Looking at other people's perspective. Do they see the world like me. Recording every detail in every degree.
A room of steam, A glass of wine. That's what it takes, To make a damned rhyme. A game of cards, A misty head. I need all this, To write what you read. Some clearing water, An aspirin.
Isn't it amazing, Isn't it funny, What makes you mad, What makes you sunny. Isn't weird, Isn't it strange, What keeps you close, What makes out change.
I miss this world. I'd love to just go back walk in the grass. feel the wind in my face have the sun on my skin warming me giving me hope for tomorrow. the cold kiss of the rain.
For some reason I can't sleep. It's two am in the morning to where my life happens and my mind is still wandering to different places.
When ever I am alone, I feel lonely. All alone with myself; random with my thoughts, Silly things i think with myself. When ever I am in a group, I always feel this eagerness to break away.