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Skin so ghostly white, An enchanting sight, Silver threads for hair, Her appearance so fair, Dress of pure glitter, Pretty when she flitters, So delicate are her wings, Oh, how sweet she...
Woe to those Who are beaten and bruised Whose simple needs Are always refused How I wish they knew That I am here And always be willing To dry their tears Woe to those Who have been cast...
What kind of world is this This world I call my own Were even a young child Is afraid of going home A world in which a man Will take innocence from a child Now their lives are lived in fear The...
Not sure if pathological or not, But lately I've been bumbling, a sot, Very much stumbling when I trot, Making strings into jumbled knots. What more can I say. I should stay home today..
My life is colorful, yet gray seems more the norm, clear consciousness is quite the fight, the reality of our daily human storm..
Hoping for a new chance, my life takes a turn, hoping for a better future, what we all yearn.
Ideas like this are far and few in between, reality crushed from their point of view, how can they doubt my intent, when in reality they need my consent.
Can't they all go away, trying to convince me they are right, just bringing up the topic, causes quite the fight.
I'm a person too. I'm here waiting for acknowledgement from you. So much to live up to. So little I am. Be like your sister. Your brother as well. I wish you'd just listen.
Listen, listen. Can you hear. The wind as it whistles. Calling you near. Listen, listen. For it seems to say. " Come to us". " We shall show you the way". Listen, listen. Do you hear.
Listen children listen well. To a story I shall tell. We hurt our Mother Earth you see. And now the world is crumbling. Acid rains fall from from the skies. The burn of the clouds stinging cries.
Knife in my heart. Bullet in my mind. Kill my spirit. Then leave me to die. I hide it all without a trace. And paint a smile on face. You'll never know my pain. Until I write in a note.
Is everyone blind. Don't they see the pain in her eyes. Don't they see the tears that she cries. No, for she is dead to the world. If her face didn't show tomorrow, no one would care.
There's a monster in the mirror. Looking back at me. It's eyes locked on mine. Refusing to break free. There's a monster in the mirror. It's gruesome beyond compare.
Art in motion. I cannot comprehend, As my lungs ache and muscles rend To the beat, amorphous positions. Who does this of their own volition. Judgmental stares, silent and still.
Darkness consumes within, yet a flicker of light in the end will win. Don't lose all hope because of your weaknesses, because every time you fall, your character picks you up, making you stand tall..
Fear consumed me as a boy, voices always came to my room, hiding beneath the covers, believing they would protect from being consumed.
His hair isn't nice like the other one's And his mind isn't as bright. But he's always there for me He's like a candle, burning its light.
Please don't look me in my eyes Because then you will realise That all my words are lies And I will love you for the rest of my life.
Although loathed and persecuted, Still it calms and mollifies, Carrying one through the convoluted, Acting as proof that one did try..
Tightness in my chest, failure looms for me again, her cutting words hurt me deep, emotional imbalance my only friend..
I know it's wrong, I wish I could just stop, bad habits take control, something I wish I could drop. It never fails, just when I think I'm good, evil loves to return, this is understood.
My misery can not be easily explained, my life partner gone, unbearable sorrow has left me stained.
Spring is here. Spring is there. Spring is everywhere. In the spring. I feel a sting. From a bee. That I always see. So if you feel a sting. In the spring. From a bee. That you always see.