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Inside the offices, the dim and yellow strip lighting Gives hollow light, reluctantly, to those who sit below In rows, at desks with rings of coffee staining deep into them Like faint reminders of...
I haven't even gotten on Opuss in a shamefully long time. The truth is I've been completely dry of inspiration.
This year left me feeling completely empty. Sometimes my mind wanders back to when I felt perfectly happy.
I walk through the lush forest, the earthy bracken crackling as I trudge along the miserable woods. Tall, still trees stand with wisdom and creak with the wind.
When will I ever know, I pass day by day, enraged, confused, with a curiosity to find a future.
I awoke only to find my lungs empty. And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing. And now my dreams, are nothing like they were meant to be. And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down.
Spinning around up in space, my mind is going blank. They can tell by my face, I'm the girl they sank. The sky was blue but now it's black, I know that I'm going insane.
Everywhere I go they look at me Like an alien Don't know where to go To try and fit in Everyone I'm with makes me feel Soo small I don't wanna be a fake ass wanna be Just wanna be me , but will...
Happy New Year Opussians.
I write poems to stay alive Cuz all I live for Is a lie I keep crying for Help I need an angel.
It's a crystal like feeling Of pure emptiness. Hollow on the inside, There is nothing to be caressed. It means nothing at all really. It's just like being glass.
emotionally drained. physically drained. I'm so tired. I sleep all day. I worry my parents. I sleep life away. I need to get up. and out of my head. I need to get out. of this damn bed.
One of oldest poem I wrote when I was juz a kid #death #void #collapse #deathorlife #life #liveordie ---------------------------- You are running or walking First thing to go is legs They begin to...
In the early morning light Nothing seems to have any colour, Which I never knew before now: Consolation, perhaps. A little extra knowledge to ease the pain.
If I could lock away my guilt, I would embrace every dark and twisted evil within me. I do not know who I am, I do not know where I am going.
Imagine Engine, I Imagine Engine. Will I imagine engine. Imagine engine. Start. Two spinning rocks. One cold. One hot. A billion years. Then water. Then life. The seeds. And trees. Fish.
Snow slowly falls onto the frozen street. And once again the world is still. Always moving but so very still. And my life passes me by as I lay there, frozen. I can't run away anymore. Can't scream.
What will I do when I die. The rusty steel chipping at the skin of my crimes.
Down, down, Deeper down, Into the murky depths, I drown Inky black slide Slippery, steep.
Here I am, under the tree, Not entirely sure if I'm free, Wondering when ol' fatty will come, Waiting to see if he'll bring joy and fun.
The line between dreams and reality. Blurs everyday. These eyes have seen too much. And I don't know what's real anymore. I don't go a day without. Questioning. Who I am. And what do I stand for.
Nothing is easy; if you think it’s so you’d better check again. Goals can be mined with obstacles named "friend”.
It's like you're trapped in a cage. No one sees it. Not even you. You don't know what it's made of, you don't even know where it came from. It forbids you to move freely.
Darkness seeps through the cracks. My amor, now under attack. The sirens sound, but I don't fight back. I let my walls crumble while I laugh, a laugh that belongs to my other half.