My Patch
Bench of wood,. Earth moist,. The spot is foist,. Stay if I could,. The sun is setting,. They sky is red,. The grass is a bed,. Soft it's getting,. There is one patch,. My private place,.
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Bench of wood,. Earth moist,. The spot is foist,. Stay if I could,. The sun is setting,. They sky is red,. The grass is a bed,. Soft it's getting,. There is one patch,. My private place,.
Love is all around us, Only visible to who wants it. Very impractical at times, Eventually, you will find it..
Everyday I play, I don't think I will stop, Someday I may, But just not now. I play till my eyes are red, It isn't just a hobby to me, "It will kill you"mum said, But it's something I enjoy.
Sitting there.
My fellow Opussians, it's high time I told you the truth about this crazy, nikujaga loving youth. It was only a few months ago you see, when I found out I could write poetry.
“My doggy ate my homework. He chewed it up,” I said. But when I offered my excuse My teacher shook her head. I saw this wasn’t going well. I didn’t want to fail.
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so...
Some have to see it to believe it, Others are blind but they can feel it. I have a feeling, The wounds will be healing. Tomorrow brings new hope, It's time to cut the rope.
Wandering through an unfamiliar place. Searching for your beauty of face. The road moves and quickens pace. For your love I race. The tone of your skin, emerald in your eyes.
Climbing a hill, Really does kill, The ache of legs, Finishing begs, The gasp and sweat, Forehead all wet, When we I get home, I will sit and groan..
I cordially invite you to offer me feedback. But I don't want to hear negatives, I don't like that. Say what you want as long as it pleasant. Coz I am onto my last case of anti-depressants.
Everyone here, loves a simple little dream Because everyone is fun, and certainly not mean. The way to escape them, is by means of a shove; They're also a way to spend time with your one true love.
Going to the library is something I adore. Surrounded by books and manga galore. I don't mind the old ladies telling you to be quiet. It's worth it to read all these books and not have to buy it.
roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. but the roses are wilting, and the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty, and my wrists stained red..
were there ever a time where there was not a moment more. it may be that the light at the end of that tunnel. is the beginning of another life for you once more. let the raven say what it will.
Let me float back to the place Where you found me, With every breath becoming less Of a promise I was free. Drowned beneath the flow Darkened power Less of my fading soul For you to devoir.
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Thoughts are at bay As he lies on his back Eyes closed and at peace With the world as he drifts off to sleep His skin is warmed By the rays of a bright star His skin begins to glow red He'll soon...
A book can't hurt you It cannot commit a crime It can only make you chuckle Or help you kill time They'll listen to your secrets And never tell a soul They tell you magic stories of ogres, witches...
They all have a chance to win, They have trained through thick and thin. Through all the blood sweat and tears, they have learnt to face their deepest fears. In the history books they want to settle.
The music starts, You take my hand. We find a space, Beside the band. Our bodies sync, We start to flow. The whole world Seems to slow. You catch my eye And make me smile.
For @leelee101. A curled up ball of yarn,. Sinking in my chest,. Time for a reminisce,. Of everything that's best,. The fearless climbs of youth,. Perched up in the highest tree,.
I am striped naked. Feeling ashamed Being so lame Without a string To forge the link. Where is my story. I am just a folly. I am no writer. Still cannot I write, Squeeze I my pen tight.
Sometimes I make a lot of sence and sometimes I really don't. Alot of you will try to work me out, some will but most of you wont. I am hard to understand at first my myteries are unclear at the...