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Obscure, like I am, Like words in an untouched book The pages unturned; A mystery unfurls. Speak not of my deeds, But yet of my faith Tears on a parched page Leaves as crisp as words.
Had a conversation with @ydistral the other day and I came out with the "chorus" whilst we were chatting in her post titled "Crushed." Enjoy and thank you @ydistral.
Like Stars on a dark blue sky we have been searching our soulmate. Far away in reality But always close in spirit , deep Down we know, One Day we Will meet.
I feel so lonely, bring on tomorrow, I bring the show on, I'll show you where I'm from, none of you know me, so no judging please.
We were driving up to Ruidoso, NM. She was in the driver's and I was in the passenger's. When we reached Mesclarero, she rolled down the windows. Her eyes grew bigger and life filled her.
Time stood still when you left us, though mornings turned to night. Day broke through the darkness, but some would remain inside us, we're all to human, our hubris marks us.
I feel a bit uninspired at the moment. Do you ever get those times where nothing you write seems good enough. It's ever so depressing.
Good and bad. This is who I am. Happy or sad. This is who I am. Some say mad. But this is who I am. Sometimes I feel love. This is who I am. Sometimes I feel rough. This is who I am.
Suround me. free me, from this dreadfull place we call home. take me away so I have no need for this poem. Lets run and hide. Escape this horrible ride. Of life. Not a knife.
I can't even write poetry, I'm too upset. Heartbroken. Almost desperate. It's silly, it's not even a real thing, you and me. It's like a weird, hit-and-miss, non-relationship.
Tomorrow Land October 24 2010 Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and...
Stranded Mar 17 2011 3:50 AM I'm coming to the surface Of what could have been Stranded on the open sea. Your kisses are A day dream Reminding me Of what we could finally be. Oh.
Breaking Down Dec 22, 2011.
Fly little bird. whose eyes are the stars. whose wings are my scars, yeah. Fly little bird, whose flight is the wind. a tremor within. the bulging clouds. -------------------- I said tomorrow.
Once upon a time I lived a lie. A lie that was full of untruths, where my soul could not fly. My life was lonely no love or warmth, no giving, only taking.
After school I walk home on my own. I usually walk with Lucy and Lea, but they HAD to meet Amelia and and Sally at the shops before TKMax and and Republic, their favourite clothe stores closes.
I find myself clinging on to the past.. Reminiscing, hoping , missing anything I can grasp.. As happy I am with life for me... I can seem to look and see..
I have been pondering for a while Of petty things that took me a thousand miles The thought of you gave me a smile Swept away this thing they call black bile You were once a stranger I know nothing...
I still remember his brown eyes.
Chapter Twenty (The final chapter!) I wiped my eyes and looked up only to see streams of tears running down Scotts cheeks and dropping of his chin. He was shaking. I'd never seen him like this.
Hey. I got back together with her. I know. Why. I can't explain it. Something about her. It drives me wild. Around her I feel oblivious. I feel invincible. I guess I'm feeling happiness with her.
The elephant sat alone He was sad A tear formed in his big brown eye and gently fell He would never forget How could he As he gazed out into the night sky He could only remember Right then a noise...
People always ask how do you know when you've fallen in love.
It felt scripted. As though I was a character in a story where the audience understood everything that I didn't. As though I went through the entire day before I realised where I actually was.