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Do you think I'm funny.... Just enough to make you smile.... Do you think I'm guilty.... Would you put me up on trial.... Because lately I've been thinking, just enough to hurt my head.
When I first came here Was I born to be free.
Written for some photos I have just taken. Look in their eyes. You'll find all the lies. All the hopes and dreams. The tears run in streams. Lying to themselves all this time.
I weep for the girls who can't read Or write Who think size Zero means P E R F E C T I O N .
I'm not a hero. I'm not a villan. I'm not a sinner. I'm not a saint. I'm a boy. Stuck in the limbo of adulthood. Paralysed by depression. One problem goes, another appears.
There is a girl I know, Her name is Unsung Melody, Her friends are kind to her, But she believes they are her enemies, She is a girl with no confidence, And she lives in life's celibacy, But her...
The child still dwells within me, Rarely appearing for anyone to see. He reminds me of my dreams, The future left behind, or so it often seems.
Electrika Catacomb, Danced in Camden Draped in black leather, Deliciously mysterious, Wrapped in stardom, I saw her, I loved her, I was her.
I become the lead role, the whole world is my stage. Sadly you can't skip over a scene like turning a page.
Normal That makes it sound so easy Just one word Accomplishing that should come freely But who is it.
I saw a girl. She had blonde curls. Her eyes were blue. Her nails like pearls. She had a smile. So like a child. Which she was. At least for a while. I looked again that while later.
*long rant. + bad language.
I couldn't move: no sounds from cries Deep rooted fear froze me on the spot My life flashed right before my eyes I'd remembered everything I'd forgot How is it that our brains take in every tiny...
This is a response to @jackalice 's "In A Man A Bird Flies". (What can I say, you inspired me ;]) Strange rhyme scheme, may be a bit hard to follow.
In a man a bird flies; A fish eagle, hunting pray, A sparrow, lost in hedgerow, A duck, lazy on a duck pond A jay, all the colours of a rainbow, An owl, big eyes in dark night, A swan, Gods grace in...
And here, on this ghost cold night, A man walks proudly on his birth day, His head held high, statuesque, Smiling bravely, Naked as the day he was born, His chiselled skin an intricate diary; A...
As anyone can tell, I am me. I will never swallow a pill they ask me to take. Though I may stand out to a crowd, I am me. I know I dress a little differently, and my hair is quite pink.
I could be a superhero, Masks and capes; a glove. Stopping baddies in their tracks, Whilst watching from above.
It takes courage to grow up and be who you are, Bravery as well which comes straight from your heart. To know that this person is you, It's kind of satisfying as you are no longer looking for clues.
I JUST NEED TO RANT ABOUT THIS. Who can define 'perfect'. Is it blonde hair and blue eyes. Or really thin and dark haired. Ears pierced or left alone.
I'm that girl that noone likes,. I'm that girl who doesn't wear Nike,. I'm that girl who is "unique". I'm that girl who is weird,. a freak,. I'm that girl that has been bullied before,.
I am reposting cause I noticed nobody saw it, it got overlooked.. I want to see some opinions on it, it's not required but would love to read the opinions..
Everyday I feel the world through my body, So I have grown the fallacy that I am plural. The man inside, the others see as the boy outdoor. I want to know how it feels to be one.
Though many are sure to disagree, there is something sad about something that you love becoming something that everyone loves.