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Once, I laughed my socks off, And they ran off down the street, I caught them, but they wouldn't let me, Put them on my feet, They danced around behind me, As I made my way back home, They jumped...
Recalling my horrifying memories, Trying to detect what's right and wrong. Knowing that they might not be there Is tearing me apart. What lies should I believe. What truth shouldn't I believe.
Je t'aime, Mahal Kita, either way I mean it,. Your love got me speaking French, Tagalog, English,. I'm the real me, but only when I'm with you,. Kindergarden love, stuck to you like glue,.
Carry me away with a whisper, into the unknown. Let me close my eyes and melt away. Sleep is a rose, wilting in the light of liquid gold dawn. And I can find no solace in my dreams..
By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying - Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying. -Dorothy Parker.
And if our morning star goes out, To hide from what we lack, I too will chase its dying light, And fade my heart to black..
As if a star blinked. And popped. To black her place. As if a bulb blew. She turned the room. Inside out. As if I sailed. A thousand miles. To see the sea vanish. I stopped. And turned.
At what point do you realise all you're doing is worth nothing. We're governed by society's rules and laws, required to live by them if we want to fit in.
Someone once asked me, What would you do, If the world was ending. And my first thought was of you. My heart started pounding and my mind ran away, To that desolate future where I find you one day.
I remember those days underneath A bright north Carolina sun The trees never swayed And mine was all the fun Yes I wish I could have stayed.
She walks down the narrow road Hair blowing The things she wanted to say scurry around in her head The things she never said.
She loves the way it looks, the coolness on her skin. But those drops of ice are melting. Her composure wearing thin. They found out something about her, something no one knows.
To go with my Winter poem, I have a Summer one, anybody wishing it could just be Summer now?.
I think I broke it. It's no longer fluttering and pounding and stuttering when i think about you. It doesn't even seem to have a faint beat. Can you fix it, good sir.
I like him, I think. Does he like me, probably not..
When you're surrounded by life When you're surrounded by living Shut up Shut up and Be silent Look up Look up and watch life Watch living Be quiet. You're surrounded by beauty.
I know a man called Kenny B He thinks he's a Russian oligarch But he's the same as you and me Except he glows in the dark.
Laughter and terror drowned in seas of spectators as waves lap at ankles bound by broken panties..
Stop telling me you love me when you have no intention of being with me. Stop giving me hope, that one day you will be mine. Stop saying sweet things and then forgetting all about them the next day.
I'm staring at an empty page. Usually it would be flooded with ink, overflowing with metaphors and colorful words, but today it's blank. I'm pondering an empty canvas. The colors are all missing.
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Do you ever stop and find yourself talking to a person. Not even sure how you got to that point. It's like showering fully clothed.The water hitting your skin. Hidden between layers of fabric.
Congruent colours, killer heels. An air of stubborn self-righteousness as though you know it all - not a place for awkward mismatches.
Clock is ticking, Eyes are dreaming, Wishes floating, Passing by I am living, Breathing, thinking Feeling, moving I have to keep going on Friends and parents, Sister, school, Two therapists, A...