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It's a wonderful feeling To publish my works That a silly poem I wrote Might make dozens smirk It's interesting really That you like what I say That my little words Influence your day And sure you'll...
One of those days When I feel sad and blue Nothing much happened So don't look for clues It's not what you think It's not that time so don't give me that wink Somehow I do want this day to...
I have many times sat alone in my room, feeling completely content with myself. The space which surrounds me feels so right. The music I listen to, so much better than it sounded yesterday.
I didn't mean to, But I did, all the same, I didn't do it for money, For laughs or fame. I didn't mean to do it, I don't know why you're mad, If you look back at it, Was it so bad.
Cheesy. Literally wrote this in 5 minutes... Growing up I know is tough I'm not gonna lie; It's not a bluff. We can still play many games When I die I get the blames.
This is for anyone. Who ever had doubt. Who once felt alone. Or just wanted to shout. Our lives are so fragile. They break they don't bend. So we pick up the pieces. And we try to pretend.
Okay. Here's another blind write. No brain at work. Or thought behind. It's too late to think. At twenty to three. I'm half asleep. And I can barely see. Oh well. It's all okay. Today's little rhyme.
My intentions are always good. But sometimes feel misunderstood. Don't confuse my actions. With unwanted interactions. When support and help is needed. My words are often well heeded.
Happy, was I, ignorant, Now everything has changed, Now I don't know where I am, Feel lonely and estranged.
I have to believe that someday I will get over you. I have to believe that when I say I'm over you, I will truly mean it and believe it.
I'll teeter on the precipice, Worried to go faster, So much fog and ice ahead, I'm scared that I can't master. I'll stay here on the very edge, Take risks.
Hello again, and today is Thursday, November 15, 2012. Now, sometimes I feel like life is a huge game of chutes and ladders and our goal each day is to get a net increase in our score.
Some people say Its not worth the pain To have your heart broken Is it always the same. How would I know. Ive never had the chance The flutter in my heart Or that very first glance How would I know.
She lay there and gazed upwards at the spiralling and swirled pattern dancing with fatigue across her ceiling with nothing but him occupying her every thought, her every molecule, her every moment.
Mentally drained, emotionally contained. Sickness riddles my mind, Thought the mental grind. Voices condescending in tone, the feeling of darkness when alone.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, November 14, 2012. Now I know that I'm a kid and don't have to worry about age yet, but I know that my childish mindset probably won't change much.
Green eggs and ham. Bread, butter and jam. Salt and pepper shakers. The reverend and the makers. I want to write a poem. Wait, nothing rhymes with poem. Oh yes actually... Sewing. Hmm maybe not.
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I get annoyed at simple things I get frustrated at what life brings Like having to go to bed at night Especially in summer when it's so light.
All I want to do, is to create that much more opportunity to meet more people. All there are out there are people who wants to offer to keep as a mistress; lover; buddy ...
This is a poem. A bit about me. Just have a read. You'll like it, you'll see. I like all types of music. Hard house is best. It beats all the others. Without any test. A passion for cars.
Contains Swearing. Fuck this generic world. You actually have no clue. The ugly human characteristic That removes you from the truth. For when they say to take a step back. I take more than two.
Gaze into the mirror, Lock gaze with your own eyes, See them widen/shallow breathing, Signs of your surprise.
A yearning dedication it brings. A burning sensation within. My loves boiling over and I can't control it. My loves singing solo. Yolo. You just cant control this. Back to black magic.