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We share our most inner thoughts. We discuss our lives and our goals. We are constantly in each others thoughts. We dream together of growing old. Our hearts are racing ever so hard.
**reading old journal entries it's funny to see where I was ten years ago, I thought I'd share a couple of really old pieces** so just close your eyes and count to ten everything will be ok in the...
So cold and so alone, Perched upon my throne. No one to relate to now, Nobody to tell me how. The crowned king of nowhere, And my people do not care. Though on my throne I sit, I'm ruling over shit.
My face is like a mask, It hides me from the truth, It can let me be somebody else, Somebody harsh, cruel, uncouth.
So I lay down my head. Done for today, over the hills and far away. So tired from the battle, could as well be dead. All the pigs, the snakes, the flowers and the trees.
Should I stay or should I go Or shall I just go with the flow You may fade, you may grow If you never try you never know Hide or make myself stand proud Be outside or join the crowd Keep it in or cry...
Hey, I dreamed about you. I dreamed about you last night, Since you left out of my sight. In dream, I met my old mate, she told me she'd got a new boyfriend.
Like a spinning top I feel so dizzy The spell upon me Cannot be broken I am falling Falling into you I'm scared yet thrilled Do I want this. Or do I not.
I know it's time to sleep. My body is tired and broken. My eyes want to close and rest. My brain, quite literally, has other ideas.
I wonder often about this and that. Things most people wonder at.
"How could you do this to me?", he looked at her and said: "It's quite a dark and scary place, to be inside my head." "I have never felt this feeling, that is pulling at my heart.
I feel like I'm drowning at sea. one wave crashing down onto me. with another yet to come round. water filling my mouth. stopping me from making a sound. this is what it feels. to have such secrecy.
My thoughts grow deeper, darker now Than I've ever been before I wish I could spit in your smirking face And then throw you to the floor You think that you are better than me Well let's see just how...
I have a little angel that's sits upon my right, The devil on my left also sits quite tight.
Where did I go wrong. Should I have fought harder for you. Tightened my grip. Or would that have pushed you away Truly out of my grasp. Should I have ignored you. Loosened my grip.
this is just me messing around with a few words, suggested by my friend @stablish, my theme is the fight between light and darkness, this is nowhere near as good as the there's but it's a start for...
You made a grave mistake, When you sold yourself so cheap. You made a silent promise. One you failed to keep. And so you made yourself, A spectacle of love.
Deep inside there's turmoil Within my beating heart With every laboured thud It's tearing me apart I feel lost amongst the waves Adrift and far from shore The cold wind battles the stormy clouds And...
This is the story a million years old Dark and light do battle Torn between glory and gold Sparks and frights will tattle This is the story already been told Most men must write it themselves...
I've always been one to walk on the safe side, The sensible fool who gets left by the wayside. An opportunity too good to miss has been dangled, My heart and brain so incredibly tangled.
What's this. You best look twice What's that. The test took twice What That. Illusion Confusion . What's that. Your losing Your feel Your bruising. Your will. Your cruising To kill.
As I stand chatting with my friends... You walk up and start talking with your friends about ....oh.... mabye 10 feet away.... And what do I do. I stand there and ignore you... I don't notice you....
Should I paper over cracks. Or let them open wide. Shall I bottle all my secrets. And place them to one side. Should I stay above the ground. Or welcome the abyss. Shall I aim at my life's target.
He scratched his skin, as if to relieve the itching of his blood, Bringing it up to the surface, the last few layers, the only dam before the flood.