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Ooh is it really Halloween. It's all I've bloomin seen. Do I have to wear a witches hat. And pretend I have a black cat. Must I really trick or treat. And basically beg for a sweet.
I'm down with the man flu blues This ain't no luxury cruise. Feel like death cooled down Look at my sad sorry frown. I need sympathy and hugs Man I hate these cold weather bugs.
Blue eyes and frizzy hair. You tightly hold your teddybear. Tiny toes and cheeky grin. Always kiss me cheek and chin. Cute dress and gooey face. You light up this dreadful place.
You're a walking. Work of art,. You are. What's missing from. Every sunset,. The spark in each. Shooting star,. What's at the end. Of the rainbow,. The Luna glow. Of a full moon,.
Poetry, hypnotises and spellbinds us rhyme, metre and image designed to fix the poem in our memory, to burn it deeper than prose to stay in the memory for a split second longer to use the poem as a...
I have nothing interesting to say. The words are dormant today. I have nothing true or profound. The words have gone to ground. I shall remain quiet and still. Let my mind quietly refill.
The brush, The canvas, Me. It's all, I want it, To be. The paint, The design, And I. The strokes, All perfect, To my eye. The pallet, The easel, The painter. The work, Getting darker; Getting fainter.
I wrote this one last Mother's Day and made an origami box to go with it.
I'll wrap you in the gentlest loving arms I'll keep you safe from all the worlds harms I'll be the one to wipe and soothe your tears I'll help you to grab life overcoming your fears I'll be by your...
Start composing what. What indeed mr Opuss.
@sjw Dearie me, Sienna, Aren't you quite the busy bee. With your boots and heels and dresses, As you stand there, mocking me.
Miss me. Kiss me; Send it Down the line, Telephone Romance, Dropping credit, Running time, A quick hello, Goodbye At the beep, Disconnected, But still Not separated.
Broken heart and broken mind, The things that make me define, The lost life in front of me, The lost things that I wanted to be, After the last time you cheated, And I lay on the ground...
A fluffy mountain, Hidden in the sky. A silver traced line, A last pleading cry. A white pillow; Such hope has been feared. The silver lining, Has finally appeared.
It is OK to talk, About feeling suicidal. Don't feel the need to walk, Even if your emotions are tidal. There is no good time. No easier path. It isn't a crime, To work out the math.
My heart and mind are never in sync. Even when I use my head only to think. My heart jumps in and pauses my thoughts. And then I forget all the heart ache it brought.
- f word alert. I am a simple man,. using honest simple words. A man of my own making,. never one to follow herds. To those that i hold dear,. I'm loyal to the end. For those that earn my trust,.
#colour The red of freshly spurted blood, Of roses crushed to dust, Of love and danger meshed as one, Of most desired lust.
It may not have happened yet, But it won't be long until you fret. You will die, a deathly phrase, Used in one of Shakespeare's plays.
From the hollow of my heart I see, A wailing cry is calling me. A shaft of rich pure sunlight, A dazzle to the smallest sight. Maybe I will run a mile to take flight, But that would only be a might.
every exploding firework is turning into a silhouette of you. every ray of sunlight catches the edge of your skin like a cloud with a silver lining, except i cant see whats so bad about you.
@ckahn. Broken glasses, bald head. She loves me still, I'm nearly dead. Love letters during class. She was my one and only lass. Hand in hand, we still, slowly walk.
Graceful in autumn days. You're a symbol of peace. Under summers haze. There's more to be seen. Marked upon wrists. A symbol of many thoughts. From committing suicide.
I stood upon the burning pyre, My 'deeds' reflected in the fire, Accusations thrown around, Me.