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As I sit on my stool,. I play my piano,. The notes coming off,. Just like a soprano,. I love it so much,. As my fingers move along,. Side to side,. Low to high,. I sing a tune,.
Playing eternally in my mind like an old film tape wound Around my thoughts, my heart Starts.
What is freedom. Is it your right To do what you wish Without ridicule. Is it your ability To go out into the world, Accept responsibilities, And move on in life.
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie down of nights.
Here I stand, small and quiet, Just listening to natures own disquiet, A thick and melodic song rings out, A mother blackbird calling home her chicks, I take a moment to ponder her words, unheard In...
The is room full of words, How did it get this way. Painted white, with words of night, Creating chaos where they lay. The paint has splattered the floor And the pen still roles around.
Everyday I feel like, everything is a routine.
It's a vicious cycle, one that has no end. I rhyme and rhyme and rhyme... Till fate will finally send. I need to get it down, before it fills my head. Every paper must have words. All ink must be...
Dark eyes shelter the moonlight Dark eyes reflect in the moon Dark eyes watch you when you are half awake Dark eyes watch your every move Bright eyes watch you intently Bright eyes smile back...
Wonderer, Wanderer, Wandering around, Wondering, pondering, not making a sound. Healer, Dealer, Dealing with death, He'll heal you, then take your final breath.
I'm meant to be climbing, not falling, I'm stopping, I'm mentally stalling, I'm really trying my best, Trying to do as well as the rest, But really it's all going to waste, Writing so quickly is not...
Have you ever been called a loner. Not for a moment , But for a good amount of your life.
#augustwriteaday. A wanderer went searching. For a broken heart. Not sure when it would end. Not too sure where to start. He wandered in the traffic. Looking out for clues. He knew he may not win.
#acmc Is it a bolt of lightning, Sudden, fast, frightening, Or is it a mature whiskey, Growing slowly stronger, but still risky, Perhaps a balloon gently filling, Or is it poison...
Who am I today. I cannot clearly say, But i am a different girl, Since about a few weeks ago.
inspiration: "Pain. And lots of it." Misery loves company . . . but generally, company does not love misery back. I mean, when a person is suffering...
Soft little pillow Where I rest my head, How you must be filled with dreams... That my mind unknowing sheds. Why is it I only remember The unuseful bits I do.
I always thought life would be just as I wanted it for me. I just let it happen without a plan and I would proceed as I began.
My shoulders are very broad, But that's to hold up my woes. And although they may seem small. So am I right to my toes. So don't look at me in horror... Malaise or disgust.
Paths… My path started so far away and has meandered from here to there, following an unlikely trail. Other paths were crossed and some were even followed for a while, but only for a while.
E ven though I've slept, X -cept for after morn, H eavy limbs and pale face, A lways leaves me torn. U nderstand my tiredness, S o let me back asleep...
My brain is rolling around in my skull. It just doesn't seem to work right today. Everything feels pretty boring and dull. It wasn't much different yesterday.
I'm sweet and kind and happy. I love math and music and books. I love writing things even if they're sappy. I'm not really liked for my looks. I try to be as genuine as I can be.
Look into my eyes, can you see my pain. Can you see the light in me, like a candle in the rain. Look into my eyes, can you see my past. Can you trace the years of suffering burning fierce and fast.