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I raise the pen to paper; I set the switch to on In my mind my thoughts are churning; I can feel deep emotion It's twelve o'clock at night, the lights have all been hushed Outside my world is quiet,...
I’m pouring out my thoughts. Taking pen to the paper. Got that feeling inside of me. My emotions in danger. Mind is all clattered. A world of its own. Myriads of planets. Yet they float, each alone.
Sometimes I wonder day and night That I am soaring - taking flight Sometimes to a wall I say hello Only to receive a lonely echo Sometimes I scream in fury But for no reason, surely.
We use sex , food ,money and power to find happiness. This is satisfaction and security not happiness . The only real happiness is achieved only through love . You have no way out .
I woke up in an instant. My lungs begging for air. I had dreamed about Her once again...Her presence still seemed to accompany me. I loved Her...but now she was gone. Could I go on with out her.
I'm boxing up my memories. There's no room in my brain. Perhaps, when old Nostalgia hits I'll see them all again. A stuffed toy from a cousin Never heard of, never seen.
I heard rumours, are they true.
May 6th, 2012 Alone May 7th, 2012 Fractured to the bone May 8th, 2012 Now yours May 9th, 2013 But broke up through the phone May 10th, 2014 A stop, a pause, a little more chaos May 6th,...
I hear you when you're silent. I see your eyes when they're closed. I feel you when your miles away. I'll miss kissing that nose. You don't listen when I'm speaking. You don't see me when I stare.
When the sun dies The old clock stops When nothing's alive When I'm feeling alone No stars on the sky When my tears begin to drop.
Does heaven have a phone number. Mommy went to heaven, but I need her here today. My tummy hurts and I fell down; I need her right away. Operator, can you tell me how to find her in this book.
How do you start again. When you've spent the last 20 years building a family. How do you start again. When everything you thought you knew comes crashing down around you. How do you start again.
Soon, it will be as it started, I was left and discarded for fear, That's been keeping me here, Since we parted. This piano, doesn't play any new notes.
There is a little law of life; A law of endless glee. I'd do my best to live by it, But it's difficult, you see. Always expect the worse, it says, And keep your hopes right down.
A stranger. Dancing in the rain. In red shoes of silk. Washing off the pain. A stranger. I saw the other day. Running so fast. Drifting away. A stranger. Walking barefoot over fields of glass.
Make a wish. Use it wisely. Only one. What would you ask for. Make a move. Do it once. One try. What would you do. Take a breath. For someone. It's their last. Who would you exhale for. Take a step.
Friends. A simple word isn't it. It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends. I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to.
4 years ago I lost the love of my life. Ever since I have been thinking of her, 4 years past and nothing from her note even an email. When all of a sudden something started to stir.
The morning sinks into its solemn blue, as I lay awake thinking of you. No turns on this wet land is lost enough for truth, when one is ever so constant how else can one prove.
The past few months have been a struggle. Some things are not just meant to be. I guess life has to go on. It does not mean we don't grieve , we have to grieve or else it's not normal.
Love searching through a thousand faces, Trying to find my angel in oh so many places. Frustration and loneliness take their hold on me, My heart like a caged bird waiting to be set free.
Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.
September, October, November, I'll write you a letter, For every day, You are Gone. I'll keep them, A stack of hand-written Pages, Torn from notebooks, Sketch pads, My heart.
Alpha: I'm number one in your eyes. Bravo. Cheers amongst the heckles and cries. Charlie is not my name, but why call it out. Delta, all dried up - brought on by the bad drought.