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I hold your hand. As you breath. I wanna stay. Don't want to leave. Lying there. All calm and still. You have the power. You've got the will. I just want. You to be ok. So I can hold you. Another day.
This is my 21st Opuss!. And as 21 is my favourite number so I'm dedicating this to a little girl who I mention In my poems. Young girl, White eyed, Once again she sees the light.
These days are so long. These days are so slow. No people to see. No places to go. Feelings are low. Depression kicks in. Trying to fight. This feeling within. I wanna get better.
Looking beyond the pain. Over the rocky hills in the rain. I see a glimmer of hope. Lassoing it with my rope. Looking beyond the fear. Through cloudy seas of tears. I see a sparkle of trust.
Words can make you feel on top of the world Or throw you into the depths of the ocean Make your voice loud enough to be heard Or heal your wounds life a magic potion.
Who am I.
I've started running away, taking cover and hiding. I feel my feet under me slipping and sliding. Fustration and fear push me to my limits and cause me to bolt.
We live for promises and dreams, lost the drama and the screams. You hold me tight within your arm, I'm now protected, safe from harm. Loving me with heartful gaze, You promise this til end of days.
Artist: boys like girls Song: Thunder Album: Boys Like Girls Today is a winding road that's taken me to places that I didn't want to go (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) Today in the blink of an eye I'm...
An old favorite flashed Across the memory As time goes by; Casablanca What a strange city I find me in again Twirling to the chancy laitmotif The iridescent reflections Hanging on my hollow...
We sit here in the ashes, Of a lovely home once ours, Filled with happy memories, Now doused by autumn showers.
Night air. Fresh, summery night air. The distinctive smell is loathed, loved missed and forgotten. City lights descending from the mountain and darkness just within them. Within me.
Want to play a game. The game of life. You place a piece at the start.
Loss, I think, is not always so bad You can't lose something you never had Weight loss, then, is a good thing Dropping a dress size makes girls sing And on Sunday, when Italy lose Beers and cheers,...
My heart's a thing. I can't explain. When it embraces. Joy and pain. My heart is young. It catches fire. But keeps me safe. From harm's desire. My heart is old. But still so strong. Keeps me here.
What does being happy feel like. 'cause I sure don't remember. It's such a distant, vague memory, slowly blurring and floating further and further away each day.
I wrote this for an English homework and it was entered in a competition so I just thought I might share it with you. :P Slowly climbing up, quickly flying down. I see the loop-de-loop.
No one can describe love too be one thing like for example a carrot. A carrot is a vegtabel no one can argue but love is different for every person.
Right then, that's quite enough wallowing in self pity. Some people may act pretty sh*tty... But sod them all, I'm going to smile - I'll try it for a little while :) Ooh, I see, it's not so bad.
She sits alone and wonders why, the tears are falling when she doesn’t cry. The feelings are strong, but the numbness has set in.
The hand of fate slapped his face with a grin. Now he must take part in a battle, that only someone else can win. ....... or lose. Washed away was his discontent.
It's no fun, Feeling Glum, Life's a bum. It's all sh*t, I'm done with it, Stuck in a pit :( Give me a gun, It's time for some fun, Am I the only one?. Now I'm mad, Going Bad, Things I never had...
Sweet teardrop on your earlope. You know how I want to. Sweet love drops on your slope. You know what I want is you. I'm always yours. Carrying my heart so lovingly. You know how to heal me.
If emotions were colors I’d be a rainbow.