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Do you ever wish You could have a blank page. Fresh and white and clean, Pure Spotless Blotless, each stain removed Sinking back into the parchment it had spoiled.
#sundayrepost If you were here What would we do Stay with the old.
Standing in the rain I skipped a stone across the rainbow, Upon opening the book I saw you dance across the page.
Walk with me I say to my heart, The sand on the dessert is a place to start, The air is hot and theres dunes aplenty The wind is soft whipping a land barren and empty.
Hello again, and today is Friday, February 15, 2013. How many lies do you tell in one day. And counting every lie too, even little white lies.
I write with white ink on white paper. I speak with my lips firmly shut. I strum on my stringless guitar. I read from an unwritten book. I think without aim or direction.
In my black hole of existence, I sit here mortally wounded. I've always had resistance, But something has consumed it. In my black hole of existence, I sit here mentally blocked.
It's, you know, A strange feeling We've waited for this For so long Everything affected by This terrible paradox Of pulling and pushing Of mending the middle And tearing at edges.
Everyone is always saying that I look so lonely all the time. They watch as I sit all by myself and stare out the window. They seem to feel bad for me.
I furnish my throne With friendships set in stone The type that is grown The type that's unknown I type on my phone Desperate to paint a picture Stories grown from an inner scripture I...
*I wrote this without thought, it might not make total sense as its 3am, it's a quite long maybe very boring write about myself. It may Contain swear words, i can't remember.You were warned.
#opussweeklychallenge #valentinesgift Such mystery within the minds and hearts of men, Hoping always to be captured by the ink and pen, With folded leather and a spirit tree here, Do not be afraid...
The sky. ^^^^^^^^^ A girl that cares; cries. Not a bird that's broken; flies. I spread my wings; I try. I try to touch the sky. And when I cry It's the sky That's in my eyes. It's the sky That I cry.
A fraction of a moment. A limbo between dreams and reality. A tiny elation or cause, frozen in time. A beautiful portrait of the past. A souvenir kept in your minds deepest guarded vault.
I used to think that as I moved through dreams I would be untouched and it would be alright But as I lay awake my dreaming turns to thoughts to keep me company throughout the night A collection of...
Inside what do you think lies. Blood, organs, cells and bone. Yes but what about the parts that make up you. The parts no one can see.
My brain is like an old key chain, with a million unknown keys. My thoughts are like an oceans waves, with ideas in the breeze. My hopes are like a sinking ship, that was once afloat at sea.
*Blog post = bad language. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. (Robert Frost) Something strange happens in London when it snows, things appear a little different.
If I told you I cared, what would you say. If I told you I lied, would you walk away. Would you leave, with just, your old rucksack. Walk through that door, without, ever looking back.
Half the time I write or talk about love It feels phony. Actually more than half the time, its probably closer to most of the time.
I. A poem is a snapshot of the soul; A feeling frozen in time, A memory stuck on flypaper, A window into the garden Stopped between night and morning. II.
What's the time Mr Wolf She uttered at her start "Time you grew wiser" He said.
Wake up. What is it that you hear. Is it the cricket in the dirt behind the shed. It's chattering cries in the night echo within your mind.
You see it's these late night thoughts they kill me. keeping me up all night as if sleep isn't important.