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Taking the bus has always been a favorite past time. It's air conditioned and comfortable and most of all as all seats are front facing; theres no awkward stares or eye contact.
Why do we fight Instead of making things right Why do we cry Instead of giving it another try Why do we scream Instead of chasing our dreams Why do we complain Instead of dealing with our...
Sometimes when am down; I like to sleep and not wake up. Sometimes when am down; I like to pretend that the bad event dint happen.
I watch you climb Want to be at your side I'm so glad for you I shan't worry you with these feelings of mine I'm so happy Just for you But I can't ignore That inside, I'm feeling blue I support you...
This is to the guy, that I went out of my way to get noticed by. The one who I trusted, the one who told me lies.
Hold on tight. Don't let go. Keep what you have. Grow what you know. Hold on tight. Don't forget yourself. Keep in mind, your true soul. Grow it, not leave it one a shelf. Hold on tight.
Sometimes I'm not perfect. Sometimes I'm broken. Does that make me different. Can I reach the goals I make. If you use criticism on me. Can I ever go beyond the stars with you.
It seems that I have lost my voice. Let myself go, it was not my choice. It seems that spark I once has died. Thought about writing, I actually tried. It seems like I have gone & disappeared.
Work makes me inhumane;. Politics makes me gag;. Volunteering makes me feel alive;. Exercise makes me stressed;. Play makes me relaxed;. Alcohol makes me easy;.
Love. For years now I have liked a person. Its sad, I know but I can't help it. He leads me on without even knowing, he's smart, cute, funny and everything 'prince charming' should be.
Livet som vi kender det, hvem er vi. Jeg taler om mig selv. Hvem skulle have troet det. Født i Korea, adopteret til Danmark. Tid til reflektion over livet.
I'm Just A Girl. I Love Being Called Pretty, But I'll Never Believe It. I'm Not Always Right, But I Hate Admitting I'm Wrong. I'm Almost Always Smiling, But It's Not Always Real.
#emotion Your birthday. Today. Fifty, you say.
I know I am choosy. I know I am particular. I know I am hard to please.
I think that the hand that feeds. Is the face that will lie. Interchanging between good and bad. He leaves a trail of hurt nearby. Such selfish needs perspire from pores.
I am a man now, I used to like footie, lager and a kebab or two. I got a little tired of chasing skirts, lipstick and attitude.
I sit alone glancing out of the window ,my heart aching like there is something missing. I can hear your voice, your laugh in my head clouding my brain like a poisonous gas.
Do you walk in someone else's shadow. Or do you choose to stand out... In the middle of a meadow. Do you sit in the darkness. Or do you unknowingly illuminate the entire room. Do you back down...
Hey Opussia, So I've just started writing a story and I'm really enjoying writing it; I have some ideas in store... I never knew how much more intense story writing is then poetry.
Am I evil, For having the thoughts I have. Am I evil, For not believing what you do. Am I evil, For ripping people in two. Am I evil, For simply speaking my mind. Am I evil, For leaving you behind.
Me, myself, I Very clear I see, A reflection of me. My brunette hair, Curled with such care. My deep blue eyes, Showing I tell no lies. My heart so pure, My brain just so sure.
Are you consciously aware of your will too survive. Wake up with a Hollywood smile from your wife. Do you need to be told when and how, where and for why.
Life can be good. Life can be great. Life can be sad. So full of hate. Life can be fun. Life can be blue. Life can be empty. These words are so true. Life can be crazy. Life can be mad.
I speak the tongue of poetry, Of stories yet untold, A speech that I won't ever lose, I'll have until I'm old.