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A lady called me tragic once. "Like hamlet", she said and I winced. My dad didn't have a brother, I'm sure I don't fancy my mother, My Elsinore is a messy bedroom, Books, vinyls and computers.
Tattered childhood, Tattered dreams, Tattered marriage, Mental screams. Broken heart, Broken dreams, Broken sleep, See my theme. Splintered mind, Splintered dream, Splintered trust, What does it mean.
As a boy I was fortunate, I was loved and encouraged, I felt safe always. Days endless and sunny, Running In between furze and rose, Each moment remarkable.
I feel them sting my eyes As a lump starts to materialise Deep in my throat And my voice comes out as a croak.
I want to feel like I belong Not sure if this is right or wrong. All day my head feels rushed. Too many thoughts collide. They are not worthwhile ones, They only say; I want to belong.
Welcome to perdition. The city within the city. Inside of the capital. Where dreams are encouraged and success is fallible.
Another of my oldies. *********************************** I've always been waiting, Waiting for you. Waiting for that part that completes me. The figure I don't see. Only I do.
This is a poem I wrote many years ago when I was in a much darker place than I am now. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ My pebbles keep on falling into the pond. I try to halt them.
We met in sugar season, my door-to-door candycane, Sugarplum dreamers, will it ever be the same. We left the candyfloss, double whipped lollipops, Back to reality and there my tears were lemondrops.
She is good, She is great, She knows what you need, She is kind, She is imaginative, Finally, she is one of my best friends!!!☺.
To my wonderful parents....
Australian National Anthem "Advance Australia Fair" This anthem is very up-beat and in some ways reflects the Australian character. The first two lines are the key to this song.
What lies behind the smile of a beautiful girl Heart broken so many times that she forgot the meaning of love. As she prays to her God above, the tears stream down her face.
Persons will like you because your personality match with theirs .
Like mischief in a child's eye. Two parts innocent , one part sly , A beguiling mix of bold and shy , Sparkling stars in a darkling sky . Bright as bubbles in a champagne glass .
Hold me down, Great roaring beast, Oh raging waters, I'm yours to feast..
The light in your heart was bright from the start. You may have misplaced it, but it never goes far. The light in your heart could shine bright from afar.
Love sways in the wind It rises in the east and sets in the west Love is free but worth a lot This is not a poem It is a story.
How do you write a poem. They're really cool and fun. I'll teach you how to write one, And soon it will be done.
Somewhere on a desert Highway , she rides a Harley Davidson , her long blonde hair flying in the wind , she's been running half her life, the chrome and steel she rides .
Good and bad. This is who I am. Happy or sad. This is who I am. Some say mad. But this is who I am. Sometimes I feel love. This is who I am. Sometimes I feel rough. This is who I am.
The rigour of daily routine in life, a hard stricture to hide yourself within. You must do this now, panic, worry, fear; each danger looming ever closer still. No wonder you look so tired and...
When it type on my iPod my nails hit he screen and it sounds like the soothing patter of rain against my window. It makes me want to sleep..
it's raining outside and I have a headache. we were beautiful once and now everything is too loud. the lightbulbs, the snow on the pavement and the looks they give me, everything is screaming.