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Resentment and bitterness. Where lonely hearts dwell. Packed up in memories. Living a life more like hell. Look inward and see for yourself. Happiness is earned not a right.
Looking at myself in the mirror Will I ever be okay.
I'm just gonna sit and watch. Can't find no words to say. I'm just gonna move. Gently ease out of the way. I'm just gonna breathe in. Feel the freshness on my face. I'm just gonna feel the breeze.
Wounds of war, healed with stitches, Wounds of soul, healed with words, Pain inflicted, Cruel to me.
We do what we do, You go where you go, It feels what it feels, I know what I know. Wir sind was wir sind, Du bist was du bist Ich bin was ich bin, Und es ist was es ist.
I seem to spend my life trying to please I'm a giver not a taker,a compulsive tease Strange sense of humour,nothing's off limits Never go an hour without a few mad minutes But dig a little deeper...
Do you ever feel S tupid T imid U gly C racked K icked .
Having one of those days where my mind feels all screwed up and I want to crawl into the comfort of isolation. But I can't do that, I can't slip into that again.
I've had a sore throat recently. But I've ignored it greatly. Now I'm sick. So I shall post for you Brits. After reading households,. And posting poems a week old,. New poems shall emerge.
I've lost my tinder box, And my fire has gone out... I've got no one to help me light it. No sparks that scream and shout. Should I let the logs go cold... Or try and find a flint.
Would you rather be hot or cold. Way too young or way too old. Petite, tiny, well, just small, Or giant, massive, really tall. Way too clever for your own good, Or stupid, as thick as mud.
my writings are webs, which are woven by fingers. they're meant to exist, so my memories linger. i'll talk about good and touch base with bad. talk of times my feet strayed from the path.
Why do I feel alone. A cold soul lost on this lonely road, This lonely road that's called love. While all the other little doves, They've all found someone perfect already.
Cleaning one drawer Is such a big task It such a small drawer But I dread it Don't ask It's has old pictures and notes It has a book of my favorite quotes It held some thoughts of the past It even...
Our tongue a mortals weapon. Of it’s worth we can be blind. It’s lashing out undisciplined. To hurt and be unkind. If not in vocal spasm. Our words in ink, blood spill. The readiness of spitefulness.
Thinking about your past relationships and missing that few that made a difference in those memories. Enjoying the reminiscent trips in your mind.
Sometimes we forget and take advantage of the talents we all have. Dancers have their feet. Singers have their lungs. Scholars have their brains. Actors have their faces. Photographers have their...
Grey-green, Like a murky pond, Look to close and you will drown. Then a bright patch, In the middle, An explosion of speckled brown. Like a supernova, Bursting out, In the depths of space.
i sit down inspired, by writings admired. passed down through the years, with passion desired. yet, it seems so much lately, i've been so uninspired.
Yes, the title is correct, this was my first song, and is not the best, through my eyes... Enjoy.
Fuzzy round the edges. I'm a little teddy bear. My heart is too large. Sometimes too much for people to bare. I express my feelings through words. But I'm not necessarily heard.
I only see myself, And in so many places, Some may call me vain, For my many faces, In the big mirrors, My eyes stare back, My smile is so smug, I want only to smack, I'm to stay away from, For my...
Sometimes,. The world pulls a rug from under my feet,. Sometimes,. A new day with a smile I greet,. Sometimes,. I want to scream at the wall,. Sometimes,. I know I have to stand tall,. Sometimes,.
Wow you haven't changed, You're still that amazing guy. Now you've got a successful job, You've always been one to fly high. And there I am with mop in hand, Locking up a chip shop.