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Something's not right. Something's a miss. It's just like. Someone's taking the piss. Can't put my finger on it. But it seems to have lost its shine. Just doesn't feel the same.
Scarification. Self mutilation. Born from the very depths of Frustration. No way out of a bad situation. Bleeding to set my soul free. Damnation. Religious condemnation.
I walk along a long mysterious road, I don't where it ends, or begins. I walk alone, only my shadow follows. Sometimes I stop; I get so distracted by the beauty around me.
Why am I alone. Am I not good enough. Am I really that bad. My world may not revolve around make up and clothes. I'm me, I'm real and I do not hide. I like to eat, curl up and read.
The sound of the rain is soothing, makes everything feel calmer, I can feel it's force pushing against my window, a soft rhythm drumming against the glass.
This poem changed the course of my life. --------------------------------- It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
If you stare long enough at the lights they get that great photographic blur, bokeh, which always makes the scene look deeper and far more interesting than it actually is.
It's very thick rope Because it absorbs everything I ever see But I can't really ever cut anything out Yell it out. Write it out. Burn it out. Burn it all out.
There’s a picture hook on the wall in my office. The wall jutts out to assert it’s prominence. There is nothing hanging there, only potential. Wasted potential.
I'm tired in my mind And weary in my soul Trudging through every day Trying to reach my goals My aching limbs are hurting Cutting right to the bone I'm struggling to raise my arms In this I am...
It's just as is, When I believe a bit... And I wait till stimulus turns me numb. All along the way, he listens to th solitary drop of that breadcrumb.
This is something I scribbled in my diary all dolled up with my Kawaii stickers, well you can't see the stickers obviously-Opuss needs an photo feauture but it's very honest and nice, I think...
Life is as fragile as a dream. Are we living in the subconscious of our minds, our memories or our wishes. Is this the life that we live for. That we truly see as ours.
Lost in a world, that scares me to death. Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath. Lost as a kid, lost as an adult. I feel everything is falling apart and it's my fault.
Is there any... Point to this. Is there somone... Taking the piss. Is there another... Life after mine. Is there a... Light devine. Is there something.. I don't get. Is there life... Without regret.
Can you listen... To what you dont hear. Can you loose... What you hold dear. Can you take... A risky chance. Can you hold... Your perfect stance. Can you make... Amends. Can you start...
You're a empty, clear shell, Containing nothing, that I can tell. Maybe you should be filled. Not high enough to be spilled. Perhaps with something smooth, Not that I've anything too prove.
Deep in the Confines of your mind Darkness ~~~~~~~~ Although you Think it's Not true Denial ~~~~~ Thoughts of Immortality And fame Limelight ~~~~~~~~ Prowl and Pounce as You do Hungry...
Are you are random thinking dreamer. The shape shifting images in clouds believer. Sat enjoying thinking about prose Deep heartfelt words they should know.
Silly tears. Sea of tears. Holding on to. My foolish fears. Draining tears. Ocean of tears. Following after all. These years. Hurting tears. Lakes of tears. So I'm sipping. My beers. Anguished tears.
I dreamed a dream last night. Message vivid, colours bright. An Opuss dream it was, I'm sure. If I could remember it at all. I can't remember even a snippet. With my coffee as I sip it.
This journey is long. This journey is mine. It started as a grain of sand. At the beginning of time. Obstacles and challenges. Obstruct my way. I adhere to the principles. That guide me day by day.
It's one of those sorts of days. When the grey seems to leak around. Making everything seem gloomy, Making me want to frown. Its not like I'm one for sun. But these days just seem too drag...
Mine and my mothers relationship was fragile, a simple thing could tear it apart. The smallest of arguments, the smallest mistakes, anything that could ever be considered small and hurtful.