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Fridays don't have to be parties til dawn. Sometimes they are, and it's fun at this age. An excuse to stay up, be young, make friends A time to act and do whatever on stage.
I want you to look at me. Acknowledge my existence, Acknowledge my pain, Stop being so persistent About me being so insane.
I really cannot help myself, I am as meek as a mouse, When some stranger makes eye contact, My mouth just clamps itself shut.
#slinkingcat An old tom cat, I don't slink I sit and I take paws to think Built for comfort, not for speed Pads and pencil all I need Been known to tell a little tail Full of love and rarely...
I apologise to the people whom may not agree with my comments on this app. I am incoherent with my debating skills and sometimes can come across as being unkind and rude.
Rank three hundred and fifty seven. It's like ive died and gone to heaven. Higher than ive been before, Now im shaking to the core.
When I write poetry, you know, I start with a feeling in mind. Or maybe a picture in need of description... Or a situation to undermine. And it'd from these the words grow.
I'm writing now, and yet I know That I am losing sleep I'll regret it when my alarm rings I'm sure it'll make me weep It's funny how I'm wide awake Pushing sleep away When really I should shut my...
Take a look into. The mind of yours truly. Even if these thoughts. Are quite unruly. Measure perfect streamers. Down the page. These trance like songs stuck in my head all day. No matter where I go.
Turn around ... Is it me you see Am I the person you thought I'd turn out to be. Turn around ... Does it make you wanna run to me To make my heart skip a beat. Turn around ...
Feeling absolutely shite. On this windy stormy night. When is summer going to start. Such a heavy heavy heart. I have to pull myself out of this slump. And stop moaning like a heavy lump.
"What's love and where is it?" I ask myself.
Butterflies flutter, Fly high I sit here and I cry. If only I had wings, I could take off to better things. But no, I sit here and I see, I don't know who is 'me'.
Must we haste And waste the day. Must we worry About what others think. Must we overthink Every little detail. Must we pretend And lie till the end. Must we fight And blur our sight.
So I've just been for coffee with the best mate to discuss everything and anything and we were chatting mainly about our relationship car crashes and between us we summed it up like this: Rach: We...
Strong is what I aspire to be. So the whole world can see the real me. Putting all my insecurities in a box. That is secured by a huge padlock. Keeping that box close to my heart.
This was meant to be for YWH last time coz my wifi died I couldn't post it so... :( You're a flame that never dies, You're a light that never goes out.
I have so much to say...just no words to say them with. I hate that for days I've come on here every day hoping to write something...but just stare at a blank screen for hours at a time.
Lying here feeling sorry for myself, My inspiration temporarily on the shelf: For I am feeling somewhat unwell... In my throat the glands did swell.
When my heart starts beating rapidly, that's when I know things are gonna go wrong. When my fingers to my body start to rattle and shake, that's when I know things are gonna go wrong.
everyone around me has issues. everyone else is the subject of their own struggles. it's all about them to them. all about me to me. I'm too self absorbed. but everyone is. it's how we work.
Tired of being used. Tired of feeling my trust is abused. Tired of falling so quickly and hard. Tired of being the dependable one. Tired of being the one everyone relies upon.
Look at me, so lost, alone Lying here all on my own Sitting here without a friend Counting minutes to the end Searching for a doorway out Picking over my self doubt Woe is me, so lost, alone Woe is...
I think that out of all the things people have said to me in the past that annoy me the most, it’s this: You’re too hard on yourself.