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I walked a mile, A mile with you, Talking Jesus's and Allahs, With atheism too. Now I ask you my questions, And I find a few lies, That this world has a god, And that god is mine.
Mile stone in the journey. I'm heading towards Burnley. A scan on my brain. To establish the strain. We'll take a few pictures and see. If there's a reason for the way you be. The giant machine.
A long, twisting path lays ahead,. Out and over the horizon it does spread,. Lined by trees and shrubs so green,. Looking out,. excited and keen,. My walk is slow,. but sometimes I run,.
You're probably thinking that this is some crazy teenage rant that should be banished to a lousy Facebook status, but it's what's on my mind, so I'm going to speak it. I moved out yesterday.
It jumps at you when you're least prepared, Brings you to your knees in despair. Will twist your mind will bend reality.
#household There was an old bracelet, Lying around my room, Waiting to be worn out, Will it have to wait soon.
our time is precious,. our time is sweet,. build up the memories,. camera at the leap,. if love was a felony ;),. I'll pretend it's a holiday,. even though you'll be gone for more than a few days,.
I can never sleep. So I came onto Opuss. Not really expecting. Something new to caress. You see, I check my profile. To see what's all happened. And I find out. I'm nearing closely to one hundred.
It's been so long since we were here, The app I used to hold so dear. I guess I just haven't needed to write, But something still grips me oh so tight.
Hey, opuss. Here I am again. I am ready to start, I am ready to begin. I took a break. And a change i hoped it would make. And it actually did and I will write.
So I haven't been around for a bit, To be honest I've been feeling worse than shit. I've been surrounded by negativities, Keeping busy with mundane activities.
The city is great The lights are okay, The noise is supurb. That is, in the day. But in the dead of night, This place never sleeps I want to slip away, And so, away I creep.
Two Weeks Later I stepped off the train, my suitcase in my hand. Maggie had cried when she said goodbye, I wanted to stay with her but I know that this is my one chance to make my dream come true.
Empty inside out. I am not me that's something I won't doubt. I am tiered and it feels like I am having enough. But enough of what. I love doing those stuff. Read, skate, swim and have fun.
"Nelipot, nelipot,. where did you go?". "I went walking barefoot through parklands and snow". "Nelipot, nelipot,. on what did you stand?". "On the earth and the dirt, on the roads of this land".
My first love My heart was broken Many sweet words were spoken He told me he loved me And would always be there But took my heart without a care My second love I thought was the love of my life And...
A new page, a fresher summer. Sand glows golden the sun still shy from the waters, the sun still shy from the waters to sink nakedly into it.
I moved to Ireland in 2001 just after 9/11. I had lived all my life in Texas and was very tired of cowboys, country western music and the hot sticky weather.
(This is a long post, just to warn you.) I've never been one for religion.
My first kiss on the cheek. Was a kiss so meek. I was a young girl. Of four, a spin and a twirl. Had my hand first held. At the age of twelve. A boy so fine. And he was mine. Had my first ever snog.
Born and raised a California girl in Santa Barbara by the sea. A bit of a handful as a teen wild and sassy just trying to be free. Rode my bike to school every day but a curious thing would occur.
I'n joining in the latest game, To give some fact behind the name. A Warrington lad - born and bred, Never popular, geek instead. School was hard but classes easy, Bullied lots - still makes me...
How tall have you grown, dearest. From the distances that were borrowed, From the pride that you have swallowed. Has it been as beautiful as you have dreamt it to be.
I've broken my addiction, To creating works of fiction. Of sharing stories and poems, But I'm not exactly going. I'll pop in every now and then, To check up on my lovely friends.