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There's this girl I know from way back. She's a quiet person. She thinks quite differently for herself. Shes quite naive if you ask me. She longs for a companion but never went after them.
Most writers know the ending before they even start. But all I do is wander with nothing but my heart. Don't know where I am going but maybe that's okay. I'll just take it day by day.
A path, long and winding, So long since trod upon, green shoots have sprouted Across its direction And now sway softly, Interrupted only by weeds and thistles Accidentals in the melody The embowered...
Rising off of your cold skin... A smokey heat from within. Your passionate love you might not show, But at least I know it's down below. ©Odd I may seem like a emotionless cow sometimes...
Dreams, They never die But grow cold In the hushed midnight Don't let go Of your heart Keep the color swirls in your head, Your works of art.
I'm tired but my mind won't sleep. I sleep a little but never deep. My dreams are foggy and throat is sore. I want three cups of tea or maybe even more. My head is killing me from inside out.
Like silver ripples on a golden lake, Or the crumble of a choccie flake, My mind may think too much, Though my body, ...
Shades of red, shades of Gold Paint a palette of beauty so big and bold The leaves they swirl around my feet Crunching under Wellies As I meander down the street Cosy firelight, draws many pictures...
I'm just gonna sit and watch. Can't find no words to say. I'm just gonna move. Gently ease out of the way. I'm just gonna breathe in. Feel the freshness on my face. I'm just gonna feel the breeze.
I seem to spend my life trying to please I'm a giver not a taker,a compulsive tease Strange sense of humour,nothing's off limits Never go an hour without a few mad minutes But dig a little deeper...
Grains of corals And rock adrift, As seasons change In raging waves. Memories flow Tunefully with The gushing stream; Sharp yet agitating, Barely consoling, Rousing the weary soul.
The setting sun, Over the sea, Past the ocean, What lies for me. I want to know, What lies down under, The oceans waves, So full of wonder.
I want to feel like I belong, Somewhere safe, A feeling that isn't wrong. Warmth is a stranger to me, Never feeling comfortable, Or that I can leave myself be.
My life seems to be going by so fast, Hours, days, weeks, all merging into one, This feeling, surely it cannot last. Feels like anything I do now just can't be undone.
I've seen people teetering on the Edge, Watching them overlook the ledge, Unsure of where to go in life, Watching them struggle in their miserable strife.
We remember, in order that we might forget. Reminiscence is a tricky one, that old time companion of loneliness, who sneaks up upon you as nostalgia fills the recesses of the heart again.
I see familiar forms of emotions spinning the cogs of thought. You hide them to disguise and convince me and others you are not caught. You raise a eyebrow and let slip a concern.
my writings are webs, which are woven by fingers. they're meant to exist, so my memories linger. i'll talk about good and touch base with bad. talk of times my feet strayed from the path.
If you have a soul, And inside isn't A big gaping hole. What color would yours be. Possibly pink. Whimsical, dreamy, and free. Maybe orange.
Back on your map A bleep on your radar Sign above my head Seen from a far. Whys this only just happened. What has changed now. Why am I suddenly visible. I'm not well endowed. My face is the same.
#youngwritersemotion #confusion @Janflower Yesterday is an open box in the corner Yesterday is like a movie with horror Yesterday is song replaying Yesterday are the thing's you've been saying When...
Somewhere between love and hate. Somewhere between peace and violence. Between random and fate. Between anger and calm. Somewhere between the ocean and the land. Between safety and harm.
Cleaning one drawer Is such a big task It such a small drawer But I dread it Don't ask It's has old pictures and notes It has a book of my favorite quotes It held some thoughts of the past It even...
Bitter sweet girl, Why do you cry. Is there something wrong, I don't mean to pry. Bitter sweet girl, Are you upset. Has something gone wrong, An expectation not been met.