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If I had one day left of my life, I would have so much to do. But one thing isn't sure, I wouldn't waste that time on you. My life has turned upside down, And you don't even care.
Hi everyone, I thought I'd tell u more about me. Here's a few questions I asked my self: Favroite colour: black Favroite animal: parrot Favroite song: hey there Delilah.
As I mature in age I notice A tendency not previously there More time now spent growling Like a sore headed bear Little or no patience For the troubles of youth Thorn in my paw and a...
I can't be arsed today I've nothing interesting to say Motivation walked out the door Oh I can't be bothered anymore If you see my mojo, send it home As I am here, grumpy and alone I'm tired and just...
A cry for inspiration, Run of desperation. No way to turn, Life makes me burn. Ready to go to sleep, One so long and deep. Ready for endless dreams, To run from the screams.
I've laughed,. I've cried,. I've made bad decisions,. I've cheated,. I've lied,. I've been to prison,. I've stolen,. I've abused,. I've lost my way in drugs,. I've fallen,. I've risen,.
It's painful when I'm with him, Even though I'm happy, sad, having fun, feeling uneasy or feeling nervous, My chest always hurts I don't know And I don't know how he feels I can't control my feelings...
The old man sits,. In a lonely room,. Empty inside,. Never a groom,. On his chair,. He watches tv,. No one to love,. Nowhere to be,. Decisions he took,. Choices he made,. The path he trod,.
Some how I knew it was coming, yet now that its actually happened I feel rather lost, in a sea of the words that you said to me. Okay, so I could never have you, I know this.
Hello again, and today is Friday, September 28, 2012. Now going along with the theme of ideas for the past few Opusses I've posted, I think that it should be good to talk about inspiration.
Such an odd person am I.
The mistakes I have made, And the second thoughts, I allowed to fade, The things I have done, The challenges I have faced, Even the ones I won, Acceptable errors. Or unforgivable disasters.
#songcompetition I used to be a stronger man, With a power in my looks, A fine pressed shirt, dark smooth hair, An uncut smoothness, with a drive and flair.
You'll often find us deep in thought, Lost in wonder, more often that not. Buried in a book, sitting by the side, Or talking to ourselves, we don't have much pride.
I'm a true, free spirit. Although it's rarely shown. I'm free inside, and that's what counts. My heart has truly flown. I have a quiet spirit. I have qualities that are rare to see.
Opuss complex. I would like to be a better writer. But I'm defenitely not a writer. Never read a decent book, I only read instruction manuals. Not much education on writing.
Sometimes it really hurts. Sometimes I ask myself, what's really wrong with me. I can't seem to find happiness. I can find contentment, within myself, just not happiness.
*Bad language. You don't even know what's real. You're cold like metal stainless steel. With no flaws, you're the real deal. You can touch, but you can't feel. And I'm guilty because I feel too much.
What if I die during the night, How would I feel tomorrow, Would I be missed, Would I be mourned, Would people be filled with sorrow.
Someday, All the Pain will Go away, And what Will remain Are Memories Not of What put Me in Shame -- But Memories Of what Made me Wise.
When I look in the mirror, I hate what I see. Disappointment staring back at me. Let down myself, my family and my savior. I am everything I hate, everything I fear.
I want to write, but words are so far away. While my thoughts are overflowing, taking control of me. You don't know my happiness because its not even there. I'm alone, no one seems to care.
*nonsensical blog post. May induce vomiting. Back in 2010 I was sitting in a library with a friend attempting unsuccessfully to start an essay.
In the still of night And the quiet of Day I long not for endurance But choose to fade away For now I conform To the silent whispers And their thoughts Can't hang on any longer I long for the...