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Flowing flowing Ever growing.
Put your hand over your heart. Feal rhythm and the beat. Each time you feel that pound. A living soul falls to the ground. Heart no longer thumping making their sound.
Why does it feel as though I'm writing the same words Over and Over again. Why are my feelings Circling around The future, the now Same as then.
I'd like to think. I could be whatever I wanted to be. To live a happy life and be carefree. I'd like to think. That the world could be a less scary place.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend. They shall never be broken. But I wonder if there's no breaking, then there's no healing.
#household challenge Mirror mirror in the hall, Do u think of me at all. When I peer so close, so near; An eyeball there, a nostril here. Mirror mirror reflecting me, All my blemishes do you see.
#household mirror, won't you tell me fair see nothing when at you I stare mirror, what is it that's wrong perhaps I've been around too long mirror, all that I can see sad face staring back at...
I am gazing into your soft blue eyes Watching the waves lap at the white sands where your iris ends Searching for meaning in them as you tell me you love me Wanting some proof you are my soul...
*After a bath* I told her everything. She understood me, well I think she did. She is very good listener, and I am very talkative, so as best friends we are good match.
Some people have their blue days... Well, mine are grey and yellow. Some people have their red days... Well I'll stay white with mellow. Some people have their green days...
I was slow to finish but quick to start. I'm hard and strong yet soft of heart. I'm soft and loving yet never cry. I love to shop yet never buy. I like smart clothes but never dress smart.
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I've been having the urge to write all of the daily musings of my dull life or of all of these encased thoughts that has always been pent up within me.
I've got about five months till winter begins again.
I went in the attic today And this is what I found: An acoustic guitar 'I used to play' 'I remember the chords' Only dust hums the strings.
Life goes on; so I've been told, Days fly by and we'll all get old. We're all afraid to be unique, To find ourselves is what we seek.
You are so much more With lots in-between.
Blank and empty is my mind. Such peace is rare to find. When wanted you'll never get, For true mind emptiness to be met. Maybe it's a emotional thing... Or maybe tiredness comes out the king.
Sometimes I feel like... I can not run any faster Or Live up to everyone else's expectations. I feel as though...
I could post anything up here but I won't. I'll just keep writing nonsense that falls out of my head and hopefully it makes it's way to be read and appreciated by someone.
If someone would ask me what do I do most of the time. My answer would be simple. I dream. I dream of my present future and past. I dream of the things that will and make me smile no matter what.
I wish I was handsome. I wish I was rich. I wish i had smart clothes. Life's being a bitch. I wish I was clever. I wish i was fun. I wish I was happy. Life's being a bum. I wish I was wanted.
Sometimes I wake up, Void, empty inside, My subconscious very absent, I feel the need to hide. It's on these days I wish, I was somebody new, Somebody very different, And that I had a clue.
Without word of warning. The sun rises. It's morning. What shall I do. Some people will say. No-one else knows. It's up to you. Maybe go shopping. Or visit the sea. I do not know. It's not up to me.