Burning Memories
All these memories Behind lock and key Those pretty pictures of you and me Now that your gone My heart has left Torn and broken Im far past depressed So f*** to those memories I held so...
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All these memories Behind lock and key Those pretty pictures of you and me Now that your gone My heart has left Torn and broken Im far past depressed So f*** to those memories I held so...
I'd like to map my body. Have it scrawled with darksome ink. Covered with touching tendrils of words and art and spirit. To decorate and celebrate all that is within me.
I painted myself in Technicolor. Dividing myself into unequal numbers. My heart is a subtle pearlescent. Red/blue/gold - a symbol of my family's crescent. Due to this concrete jungle's overspray.
Her jeans were sagging. Her shirt hung loose on her shoulders. The trip has seemed to make her a few years older. Her smooth skin now bid a mark. In permanent ink.
The cold night air. Blows frantically without a care. Whipping through my hair. Of the dark I don't easily scare. The darkness of the street. Always used to give me the creeps.
Now, from these eyes Stream rivers of broken Hymns, troubled thoughts And shattered dreams; Crippled soul shackled by The shadows of your falsity, Tormented with thorns of Deviousness and pretense.
#nightdwellers #October This is my time I can feel it come As the summer freys And the chills nip Gone, the heat of night sweat... Gone.
#nature Lost all hope, left in despair, My life had been pulled down from up in the air. No light in sight alone in the dark, With no prospect to have some lark.
#movement #kick. You're presence was. A jolt, a kick in the face,. A black-yellow bruise on. The pristine life I'd lived. And I've come through. With battle-scars and. My fair share of broken bones,.
#movement #youngwritershousehold Close your eyes and clear your mind, And shake away your sorrows. Break you chains, become unbound, And wander where light follows.
Just entered this into a competition with the poetry society with the theme being "stripes" Lmfao worth a shot!.
#emotion. To be breathless is to be with you. How you made this old heart new. Not long ago, I'd try to hide. You've shown me what I had inside. A second chance at shared romance.
I don't need no faith. I don't need no cigarettes. I don't need no sentimental pulling me back. Leaving tonight, I'm travelling light. We gave it all ,we had our rise and fall.
A doorway to new, A chance to restart, Maybe a chance, To fix my heart. A chance that's so easy to take, A new life to remake, To start again, A life times ten.
She listens to all around her. Smiles when need be. Nods in all the right places. Laughs just to be free. Skeletons in her cupboard. Seem a distant dream. They used to rule her life.
I never lie; The scarred And ruined Image Before you, A once Hopeful girl, Now a desolate Woman Who is Tiring of The world And it's Constant Struggle, Is the Truth.
On the road between heaven and hell There aint no one that gonna hear you yell No one to run to; no one to tell Your deeds are lined up in front of you Beg for forgiveness for the sins you did...
I've been cast under a spell, I've crawled out from under my shell. This little place of sun and heat, Has me tanning in my seat. Flowers string from every bough, Summer spirit with know-how.
You found me broken and destroyed, A million different shattered pieces, Scattered all across the floor, And saw where all my pain releases.
By-TRAIN Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's time a to change, hey, hey Since the...
The swamps subdue me, but yet I have no fear. For what can I lose, which I should hold dear. There is but one thing that I would say: As the raven comes closer, you shouldn't stray.
As a child the boy had friends, a lot of friends. Friends he had known since pre school. Then high school graduation came. The boy left with very few grades and even fewer friends.
'Twains Twains.
170 is a special number to me. Lot one- seven- O. It was the number of my old auction bought flat. It had a lot going for it before. I left it all for that prat. Bought on the 3rd of December.