The Ice Cream Of Life
The ice cream of life is full of surprises- Bad, good and sweet, With an icy bow tie on the top, carved in all nice and neat, There are some lemons, But you can always make lemonade, mix it up with...
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The ice cream of life is full of surprises- Bad, good and sweet, With an icy bow tie on the top, carved in all nice and neat, There are some lemons, But you can always make lemonade, mix it up with...
The suffocating blows. And torrid affairs. Grace my face. Once more. The sirens of time. Forever now lost. In the sweet whisper. Of the has beens. I tremble now. And blink then. The time was there.
Today I found a friend, Who knew everything I felt, She knew my every weakness, And problems I've been dealt. She understood my wonders, And listened to my dreams.
#youngwritershousehold. The crab of my life,. The shell I can't let go,. The crab of my life,. The sideways life I own,. The crab of my life,. The snippets of joy,. The crab of my life,.
I walk the dog late at night, around the streets until we stand on the prom looking out to sea. You can see for miles, the water black and still. Emptiness where the town ends and the sea begins.
As I gaze upon the sunlit sky, just as the light disappears,. I think what it would be like to be a bird, free, no fears,. Birds may fly, just as fish may swim,. Life happens, try not to fall in,.
Zero: zero zero... It's that time again. When the shadows of the old day, Relieve and show their pain. And in bed sleepless I watch, As the mistakes of the day are played...
Take a look into. The mind of yours truly. Even if these thoughts. Are quite unruly. Measure perfect streamers. Down the page. These trance like songs stuck in my head all day. No matter where I go.
#lookatmeandwhatdoyousee #youngwritershousehold You look at me And what do you see.
I am pacing, ...pacing, Back And forth, Fingers tracing Heavy doubt, Upon silken skin Pondering a...
I've got a primrose in my pocket,. And a head full of dreams,. Yet my heart is full of sorrow,. And it's bursting at the seams,. There's a crystal rose pinned to my chest,. Right above my heart,.
Turn around ... Is it me you see Am I the person you thought I'd turn out to be. Turn around ... Does it make you wanna run to me To make my heart skip a beat. Turn around ...
All our lives we ask questions; Who am I What should I be doing And why do all bad things happen to me. I try to be positive I swear, I really do.
Your soul called me today. And told me that your secrets lay. Inside your heart where I can't see. Invisible from the world, so you'll never be free.
Fifty shades of emotion, that herald my dark devotion. It used to be speed that fed my need, now new rivers feed needs ocean. Perhaps once it was chaos, the thing upon which I fed.
"What's love and where is it?" I ask myself.
In you I see. Your silent eyes Your whispering lips, A known surprise To sink those ships. In you I see. Your quiet heart Your steady smile, Where can we start. It's been a while. In you I see. Oh.
#household Turn the handle, turn to stone I know that I am not alone I'll be safe, I will select A mental barrier to erect Somebody has said hello.
I sit, Face pressed against the glass, Watching cars and people pass. I sit, Staring at streets down below, It's all just go, go, go. I sit, Gazing at the sky, Wishing I could fly.
Remember what it was like. To live among the light. To bask in its brightness. To feel all its might. Remember how it felt. For your ice cream to melt. And the hand you was dealt.
why doesn't anything work out. why is everything a. failure. trial. fail. try. try again. fail again. never ending circle. circle of life. circle carved. carved in my wrist. has no beginning or end.
30 days it has been since I have lowered down my guards for a so-called opportunity. Well, if you ask me, this one month felt like a year.
It turns into a cloudy day. Hazy in so many ways. The weekends dreams laid low by wine. Truths and falsehoods intertwine. I fall into monotony. The boredom's here, I'm all at sea.
Why should, when there's sun 'n sea. I be lying here, under a colourless grey sheet. Staring up at flies on the ceiling. Unmoving, unseeing. While all around the ocean is seething.