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The search, by Rob Lumley. I'm so unsure of my beliefs, I swear I'll always need to seek. My inner self won't leave me be, always looking for what could be.
I both love & loathe this time of day. And more often than not, especially of a Sunday, enhanced in no small part because of the Bank Holiday tomorrow.
I know sometimes we think too much, Some shallow ideas and thoughts. Deeply Philosophical are most of them, Like Confucius and Marx.
What is harmony.
So my room in my house is the loft, otherwise know as the attic. It is here where I have a skylight that's approximately five and a half feet wide.
I'm sitting in my bedroom, asking questions, "Hey, have you seen me lately, because you really don't know.
Im not a perfect person. My hair doesn't stay in place. I spill a lot of things. I'm pretty clumsy, sometimes have a broken heart. My friends and I sometimes have fights.
Don't forget me because I never told you that I love you. Remember me for being secretive. Don't forget me because I never hurt you. Remember me for being caring.
I am a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a student, a young girl and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited.
Your mouth can hide behind a smile, Your voice behind a laugh, Your scars can hide behind cloth and ignorance, But how can you disguise your eyes.
I lay in bed thinking of what tommorrow will bring me. I lay in bed wondering what is gonna happen at school. What crazy dream I will have tonight.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, spilt on the...
I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be.
Just, a drop of water. It's only a simple tear. Not a waste at all. Once at least some has spilt a year. A tear… not just one, two, or three. I've spilt more, suvh a waste… such a waste.
My personal intellect says we would incur less injury if we made emotional decisions with our intellect... Unfortunately, as humans, we tend to let emotions drive our decision making.
Wasting the time away Blowing off yet another day I have so much to say But it's caught in a spot In the middle of my stomach All balled-up in a knot How I want to get rid of it but I can't...
I don't have many friends. The few I have, couldn't care less about me. I am not pretty. I am not as smart as everyone thought. I am lazy. I am quiet. I am boring.
Songs of childhood make me think of poems yet to come In my young days when I heard music I heard the drums Now I'm older I like the tunes that only I can hum Standing in the doorway, lighting up...
On the night after 2011, everyone was having a party to celebrate the new year.
You call me a dreamer in a derogatory tone, as if to say I am lazy or unrealistic. Rather I would say that I am a realist, just not realities other people know or see.
I question everything. I question all the things I know. I question who we are. I question where to go. I built it up inside. A crumbling wall of broken dreams. It all just fell apart.
The wind created a river of sand about two feet off the beach. Fragments of pebbles caught the wind and miniature dunes sprang up at my feet.