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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.
A change is as good as a rest. A new perspective, perhaps for the best. Return to the fold with eyes wide open. Catch up with the feed it's not how I was hoping.
Crying over spilt milk, What is the use. Some point it's going to happen, It's not the hangman's noose. A wasted substance, Wasted tears. Nobody cares, Nobody fears. Spilt milk, It's just your life.
What if things were different. And I hadn't had made that choice. How long would we last, how long would this whole thing last. Would we do anything.
Are we not all the same, the sole divide but a name, a claim made for innocence souls drenched in shame. If we bleed for each other feel for another will it bring us change.
Why am I feeling low happy faces all around me Is it they can't see The dark and silence inside of me .
I chose to be remembered the same way I felt.
...Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.” Saturday, 20/10/12 As you may know, (from reading my previous blog entry) that today is moving day for my partner.
I'm lost...walking up the wrong way on an escalator...an idiot making the same mistakes over and over. I have the keys to heaven but I stripped them on purpose and now I am trapped inside my anger.
I always paid attention or did attention pay me, furiously my hand jots down the notes struggling to keep pace. Temporarily I might of forgotten but deep inside I know.
Thinking of myself I seldom do Not to say I'm selfless for that Is surely false But thinking of myself I find I'm quite angsty A little bit down Or maybe just angry, Pissed at the world Just like...
It's strange somedays, how luck seems to play its part. Sometimes we could say that we have good luck and sometimes the bad.
Facebook is where I hide my true thoughts from 'friends'. Twitter is where I act like an idiot and try to be funny. Instagram is where I find lovey-dovey things to like and post.
Half awake, Half asleep; Half of my pillow, Soaked with tears. Half smiling, Half whining; Half of my wishes, Torn into pieces.
It takes a whole lot of us to get ahead, to wake up everyday not thinking of the past, to realize that what we are doing is absolutely the right thing..
Struggling to keep up, My heart is unease. I think about all the times when life seem to pass me by and all I can do is to watch. Those were my weakest times. I feel like I'm falling behind, Yet...
When; A girl is in love you can see it in her smile When; A guy is in love you can see it in his eyes ** I like to write, it's not a sin. Though some pieces may have me in the looney bin.
I see your distorted image, In the shattered mirrored frame. The shards of glass spread, Tells us of your shame. Your jumbled up face, Worn out from all the lies.
[Chorus] My code, I thought was when my heart became frozen and cold and when I showed no, emo-tion in all my songs.
what color are your eyes. I didn't take the time to notice. could they be grey, icy-cold and match mine. or are they brown like my mothers. are they a deeper blue than the depths of the ocean.
Hello again, today is Wednesday, October 17, 2012. Now, the word introvert itself carries along with it a few negative connotations.
So cold, I need the warmth that only you can give My hearts fading to black This is no way to live Just longing for you, For another one of your hugs I feel like I've never really experienced...
Sometimes, I get five assignments and realise I have two tests to revise for by next week, or I realise I have missed yet ANOTHER violin lesson, or I haven't played the piano for a week, and I think.