Sense
I stand, my face against the wind,. A sentinel of ages,. My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,. And trace words on the pages,. My soul a pen, the world a book,.
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I stand, my face against the wind,. A sentinel of ages,. My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,. And trace words on the pages,. My soul a pen, the world a book,.
When your at a party surrounded by so many people you know, But still feel totally alone.
I am very troubled When I think of things I do, Of ways that I get round walls, Of people I once knew.
There is nothing hidden about me. I read like an open book. I have confidence in my soul. My fears have all been took. Once upon a time. Life was a hard chapter. All my troubles had hold.
Why am I lost. Can I be found. For what reasons am I lost. Will I be found. I'm sick of being lost I long to be found What did I do To deserve To be lost.
So what if I am honest. Just saying the truth. Just saying it like it is. Like a picture on a photo booth. You may like it or not. But I like it a lot. My opinion, I want to be heard.
In my mind I'm living in this truly special place, Escaping to my thoughts where I don't have to show my face.
Fill this crystal glass with something more than ice. Give me the will, the unsuspecting courage, the confidence. To live my life. Let me understand, am I lined up behind the damned.
Another title, another veil for my rambles. I've never been much good at poems; in fact, in my entire 17 years I think I've only written one. It was about daffodils, and I was in Year 3.
Tomorrow is coming. It's approaching so fast. I cannot wait. For it to be. Back in the past. I've had shit day. The worst one from hell. So I went in the bath. As you could tell. Now I'm all clean.
Still skies, Silent nights, Unmoving, Ice lights, Time bereft, Eluding, Back track, Cold mirage, Deluding, Frost glass, Warming soul, Cocooning, Time stake, In the night, And down, The light, Deep...
Feeling beautiful Dreaming peacefully at night All the stars collide Eyelashes shut firm Will be revealed tomorrow With the light of day My heart beats slower My life is ahead of me Breathing...
In my mind all is quiet. I just feel numb to touch. My eyes tell me a story. Sometimes a little too much. My traits are just me. I won't change who I am. If no one likes it. I don't give a damn.
There is no existence left. I no longer belong.
I can be a dreamer In the dark. You need no flame To make a spark. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me no hope. But whatever you tell me, I can cope. Who needs the light When you have it in your dreams.
All my life I yearn. Of praises and acceptance. Yet, I remain to be the same. Unappreciated and unaccepted. All my life I try. To be what people want me to be. Lost in their world of expectation.
I awake with the best of intentions, I'm going to leap out of bed. Then the cold light of day splinters my eyes, I return to my slumber instead.
So it seems I've lost the skill With my words I've lost the will Abandoned here, all alone Words have left me far from home My mind struggles to form a line Maybe this is all a sign Maybe I'm not a...
Lock the door. Can't take it anymore. I'll sit here alone. And admire the stone. Watch sunshine creep in. Mind drifts, yelling begins. I'm not for it. I'll stay away and never quit. Being Separate..
The truth is ever closer now many will feel betrayed. I'm glad it's not the final bow I'm sorry you've been played.
(Sorry feeling down at the moment and slightly bored) One more cut. I knew it wouldn't be enough to ease my internal pain, a deep sickening pain that tortured me daily, but...
I try to tell you how I feel But you won't listen to me Yes you could tell I was frustrated but if you looked any closer you would see That I was worried about you I could never see you the way you...
It's been a very long day and I'm ready to fall into the mental retreat of the dream world, a blank sheet, an abyss of possibility, hope and endless abilities.
On the table sat a small mound of crisp sheets of paper. I looked at them and scanned the neat rows of questions. The words were typed in a thin font, a very type-writer-ish kind of thing.