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It's going to take awhile before any inspiration comes back. Maybe all the way to hell and some time 'round,. "Cut me some slack". I wait around my thoughts for something to arise.
Crying. Crying in my heart. The beat the sound of teardrops. Falling. The pace is a quickening sound. I feel delirious. Flustered. Redding blood falls. pumping around my veins. Inside me.
Learning.
Why don't you like me. What have I done wrong. Perhaps I should put This message in a song.
I wish I knew how to write things down. I wish I knew how to tell things right. I wish I knew how to not hurt you so much. I wish I knew... I wish. If I only knew.
Look into my eyes what do you see. An oppressed person or a spirit that is free. Look into my eyes have I a story to be told. Will I die young or die when I get old.
A bucket list, what would I want to do before I die. Well firstly, and most of all, I'd want to say goodbye.
My greatest fear is not what you thought. It's not being chased down and caught. It's not heights. Or wolf bites. It's not spiders, snakes or bugs. It's not something hiding under your rugs.
The night is filled with starlight, The night is filled with moonbeams, The night is filled with dreams, Whether good or bad, But the night is filled with souls Pouring out their sorrows, So that a...
step away from the mirror. shivers. drop the broken piece. letting go of it makes the blood drip from your hand. squeeze your hand to stop the blood.
When I take a closer look Deep within my own life's book My past and present forgiven Old chapters get rewritten Why do we stand together. United we are not. Why do we hurt each other.
I have never really understood birthdays. They tragically seem to me just like every other day. You expect this deep change to occur within you when you reach the end of another year of life.
My name is Linda, and I'm a human being. What that means exactly, I have no idea, apart from the obvious ten fingers, forty six chromosomes and relatively high intelligence. Or so I hope.
My thoughts are green, like newly unfurled leaves, gazing for the first time upon the wonders of early spring.
Has anyone seen my watch. Time has run away... Infuriatingly it does this, When I want it most to stay.
Every now and then. I get these funny little moods. Sometimes they are jovial. Sometimes I feel the blues. They envelop me from nowhere. And fill me to the brim. I cannot think of anything else.
If my eyes no longer see. Beauty that's in front of me. If my legs no longer run. Shoot me with the starter's gun. If it becomes too hard to breathe. And my chest starts not to heave.
Today I found a friend who knew everything I felt she knew my weakness and the problems I've been dealt.
The cruelness of wasted life. Locked inside a prism of hate. Fuelled by a design that's rife. Padlocked behind white gates. How does one escape the tears. The solitude and sanctuary.
Hiding. In. The. Shadows deep. Barely on the ground. Living. In. My. Own world. No one else around. Taking. Over. In. And. Out I begin to zone. Want. You. All. Just please. Leave me alone. All. Alone.
“One thousand ways to say good-bye. One thousands ways to cry. One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside. I say good-bye good-bye good-bye. I shout it out so loud.
shes the one alone earphones in means she wont touch down to earth anytime soon people dont get her and im not sure if i get her either she has it figured out yet still ready to fit in or does she...
Layers of life peeling away Question is; What remains at the end of the day. I know it is wrong Trying to hang on I could finally be free If I could only be me Question is; Who am I.
36 MIRRORS I'm so in love with myself, I will follow myself in a hall full of mirrors. Do you view that as queer.