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Look into the mirror, Tell me what you see. I'm looking in its glassy face, And all I see is me. See beyond the surface, Underneath the skin... I'm searching but it's useless, I'll take it on the...
I make mistakes I play with high stakes I run the rat race I travel at a fast pace I maybe slightly insane I may be a pain I tend to over think I live life on the brink I make love not have...
Love & lust tapping on my shoulder. Over & over, I get colder & colder. Sipping on a bottle of wine, Time after time. Icing the heart, now I'm colorblind. Needless & wrapped in your bind.
All alone with my thoughts on the cliffs I sit. The sun just set, one half of the moon is lit. As lonely as a tree only in company with the wind. I lay down, watching the stars fade in.
Serene My dream If loneliness is my friend Will it not leave me alone. Instead of surrounding me in isolation. Fighting all Big or small It's me against the world.
Not many people like the rain, it makes them sad, cold, and they don't feel like they can go outside, because well, who wants to get caught in the rain. Personally, I love it.
#youngwritershousehold. I flow with the wind,. I drift over the world,. After time I've thinned,. And I have unfurled,. I get old and I wither,. Get picked and thrown,. In the current of a river,.
The dark of night aids me, Winds, enticing calm, The chilling gusts, That hold no harm The dark of night aids me, Full moon so bright, The elongated shadows, Concealing creatures of the night The...
I walked alone unnoticed. Their stares past through me. Like the molecules of air - I'm transparent. My existence is dispensable. Our world are different. Worlds apart actually. I live in isolation.
It is said that after rain comes sunshine. Rain never pours down and thunder never make the heavens tremble. I am never reminded of that I am alive.
Laying here on my bathroom floor. Laying here wanting more. Laying here thinking what does that mean. Laying here in a pleasant dream. Laying here with my head pounding.
Belonging, is it something we all do. Do we all run round Trying to just belong. Does our sole purpose to survive Revolve around belonging.
To the corners of life I walk. Some roads are long and tiring. Others short and interesting. I gather in all that surrounds me. Piecing all the pieces together. To make sense of the puzzle.
A meadow of ideas, A forest of dreams, Come enter my mind, But it's not what it seems. A cave full of evil, A cave full of good, Sometimes my mind, Doesn't act as it should.
Rain pitter-patters down like the stepping of a child's feet. Translucent reflections of things that are now but a memory. A forgotten world where dreams meant something.
I sleep and wake with thoughts in my head I wish they would just leave my bed They come together in a bundle That sometimes I honestly can't handle They make me cry I have no clue why Push them...
Ready to take on the day. In my own special little way. Ready to embrace. The sometimes cold human race. Ready to finally say goodbye. Now I have the answer to why. Ready to lay flowers.
Does the moon smile down upon me. And shall I ever deserve to be deserved. What morals lie ahead for each of us. And will we ever fathom our destiny.
A heart that can't keep up. A heart that is left behind. A heart that needs a band-aid. A Heart that just need time. A brain that won't control and organize the thoughts.
As the face will surface I sustain the cries The cries from within That lay buried deep As the moon influences The skies and seas It remains above me Being my guide throughout This is where I want...
Can I tell you something. I'm not like those average beings I'm quite introverted with some extroverted feelings Can I tell you something.
I'll save myself, I'll re-arrange my life, No need for someone else, No need for all this strife. I'll learn to love, I'll learn to live, I'll learn to be kind, I'll learn to give.
You grow for one purpose. To thrive. You have one water and light source. That's all you need. About twenty feet down you plant your roots. To keep you down. You bend with the wind. So you won't snap.
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