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There are times when you have to stop and just look behind you. You gotta think about what you have done in your life, where in the path are you now and where you wanna go from now on.
I think it's quite apt for me to come back, It's taken a while to get over the crap. Don't know if you've missed me, Not sure if I care. But having no outlet is more than I can bare.
At the age of four I began to learn I began to study. Where in my school. There is so called 'diversity'. As a teenager. When I got my first crush. That Is 'chemistry'. Swiftly falling in love.
Her face just as beautiful, as it was in the 8th grade, her beauty unwavering refusing to fade. A beauty I so much wanted to know, alas my love for her I would never show.
As the sun shines bright in my bedroom window, I count the days that I'm going to see you face again.
A tiny home close to my heart, Where I lived a happy life.. The place where my journey starts, Devoid of any worry or strife.. Five years I gave to learning, Here in this wonderful place..
My thanks to those who held me near, To those who told me that they care, To those who could only smile, and perhaps just sit with me a while.
She came into my life as a 'fine blue line'. My heart pounded in my chest so hard as I felt an overwhelming and terrifying fear that somehow it may be wrong.
All these heavy hopes. Pull you down again. With the tears flooding you. Going over your head. There's that little voice. Telling you not to quit. Cause it may not be the end.
One day I'll tell a story, I'll tell it to the world, And it shall be my legacy, My life will be unfurled.
She searched for ever, For this day to come, She'd wait patiently, Beside the sun, Her eyes would glisten, When the time had arrived, She would be glad it happened, And she survived, She took a...
@ _jojo_390 I find it hard to remember you, the memories of a young child confusion, believing my innocence was the truth.
I left the house and never looked back All my belongings thrown in a rucksack My eyes stinging from all the tears First time alone for so many years No idea of where I should go But I'm moving fast...
I'm done. Not sure What all I'm done with But whatever Any of it May be presented as I'm done. Is it Opuss. Is it writing. Is it fighting. What may it be.
#atozofme A. Artsy. B. Bats (pretty cool?!) C. Canterbury. D. Darkness (emoish much?) E. Elves (as in Magical Elves!. The chocolate?) F. Fox' scare me. G. Grey. H. Hyper (most of the time) I.
Why am I feeling low happy faces all around me Is it they can't see The dark and silence inside of me .
A strenuous trek, Our bags have been through an efficient check. At first we were elated, Because no one contemplated, How long this walk would be, Thus naively we sing with glee.
This poem was originally going to be a reference to "Doctor Who", but it quickly became something else entirely.
As I walk down the street, the air is fresh and windy. My hair is blowing about in the strong breeze, but I am happy.
Her sadness washes over her It sleeps, eats, lives close to her The tides of it, engulf her Never ceasing to let go of her.....................
For years she was a traveller, A gypsy on the road, Singing songs and telling tales, Relating every ode.
My apartment is empty My Life My things Pots and pans Clothes and books Its all in neat boxes Forks and knives spooning With mrs kettle Photos fr.o.m.
Not exactly happy,not exactly sad. Almost ecstatic,almost glad. Time goes so quickly when your having fun. But it goes so slowly once you lose some of your sun.
I'm walking in these worn-out boots. I'm leaving home. I'm tearing roots. Moving forward, never back. My head is pure. My soul is black. The road before me twirls, unwinds. The world in front.