Dear Sanity, my beloved
Dear Sanity My beloved, i'd like to say that i've missed you. You told me write from wrong.
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Dear Sanity My beloved, i'd like to say that i've missed you. You told me write from wrong.
Every night before I sleep.. I run through my head if I have wasted today.
I'm merely fallen ash. Fallen heavy but light. A dust so fine. A pitiful sight. A grey so dull. Lifeless and fragile. Upon the breeze. I'm carried for miles. Thrown to the side. Like I have no worth.
How lonely are ye to sit below this simple tree, And ponder of a world where passion has toes curled, And flaming rivers run Under a bright, golden sun, A rock sinks in your gut, Looking out...
Heroes and fools are separated by a very fine line. Courage and folly are required, when in action combine. A split second to make a choice that may echo through a lifetime.
I found a place that stuck in the past. Everything's slow paced, nothing's fast. It's near a place on the edge of the world, A village stuck, a rough gem, a hidden pearl.
How tragic can life be. Love, death, war I find no point in murder, Everyone has their own time Do we need to interfere. I find love to be a farce Why would something so sweet Taste so bitter.
#household. Burning heart and hollow pain,. It ends in tears to play this game,. A little dark, a simple joke,. Oblivion can fast invoke,. While blood to blood,. And dust to dust,. A love to love,.
Yesterday I could have cried, I'm 38 years old and I spent the last 4 days dancing in a field in Hampshire, Surrounded by kids with their bad manners and instant gratification, Surrounded by...
There is a time and a place, For this unknown face, Drifting in parallel planes, Where pain is plain In sinners eyes, Where hidden lies, Break their ties, Let darkness be my cover, Shadows ease...
I was eating a pork pie while sitting under a tree. I don't know what kind of tree it was, it had leaves. I hope that is descriptive enough for you.
It turns into a cloudy day. Hazy in so many ways. The weekends dreams laid low by wine. Truths and falsehoods intertwine. I fall into monotony. The boredom's here, I'm all at sea.
Imagine a world without disease Where people never grew ill Imagine a world where we didn't need money Where nothing came with a bill Imagine a world where we were all the same No wars and nothing...
If I was mankind's saviour, disease would have no place. I would quickly eradicate cancer, and protect the human race. If I was mankind's saviour, I would see an end to war.
Ice cold whiteness Such a soft form of chaos. It blankets us in paleness, Yet snow is so peaceful. Children laughing in the distance And the faint echo of what's beneath.
Sitting here, I think of more questions to possibly be answered when I'm gone. Signs for instance - we've all considered the possibility that someone up there is trying to tell us something.
Is it fate that draws us near. Or is that common fear. Of everything becoming clear. Or is it just having someone to hear. The stars aligned. And the letter D was signed. A meeting of two minds.
Friday 27th July 2012 As time passes... when history books have all become dust, memories cherished and shared will all disappear...
A total eclipse of morality.... What exactly is evil. the quote I used to open this Is a quote from my RE teacher.
For this rather deep and poetical post I'd firstly like to refer to one of my favourite song lyrics: "breathing comes in pairs, except for twice - one begins and one's goodbye".
I wish there was a way to make time stop. Oh I just want to pause the clock. Time is speeding by. I wish it didn't have to fly. Im moving and living. But it's all to fast I want to do some reliving.
You ever have a dream Wake up and find yourself questioning what does it all mean You either want it to be true Hopefully one day it'll happen to you Or maybe it's your worst fear That you'll wake up...
Has anyone noticed, From the cuckoo in the hall, To the homeless on the streets, To the good who never call, From the dead of the night To the crisp morning air, From the colors of the sunrise To a...
Sometimes I hit a wall. It can be any time of the day. I can be at a café, hanging out with friends, paying my bills or any mundane task. It doesn't matter.