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Curled up in my room I feel so alone. This is just a house it is never my home. Nothing in this feels like I even belong. I sit here asking what i've done wrong.
I know this is very personal, but I try to get out my thoughts. Hmm, have you ever considered that you life is a total mess sometimes. When you do you know that is too late to do anything about it.
My world is a fantasy, A fiction land, a dream, My world is a bag of ideas, Bursting at the seams.
Beauty What is it. Is it truly in the eye of the beholder. Someone young or perhaps a little older Beauty What does it matter If its only skin deep.
I've been sorting out my iTunes, All my beats and tunes and things, From Gaga to Aerosmith, To BFS and We The Kings.
It's not first place that makes you a legend here... Or even the ammount of likes you get for your work. It's the amount of lives you touch that counts...
I may well be getting old. A little past my prime. But I kick against the pricks. And I do it all the time. I get a little achy. And my body feels the pace. But I've got my rebel's spirit.
If my world was a rainbow, I would definitely be green, Green is a fresh colour, The freshest ever seen, If my world was a hardback book, It would be very well loved, and old, It would be red, with...
What I would give to live a day in someone else's shoes. To see the world through a different person's eyes. To have different experiences. To feel new feelings and see new things.
Spiteful childish words Just for a bit of fun. Look at all the damage That you have done. Pointing your fingers And taking aim. Silly mindless people Playing a hurtful game.
Who knew I would've been born. Who knew that I would walk. Who knew that I would talk. Who knew that I would skip school. Who knew that I would still pass my exams. Who knew that I would be a gambler.
So I've put off writing a bio on here because I tend to lose track of what I'm writing and end up writing something completely different, but here it goes, let's see what I come up with.
#100days. "You drive me mad!". "You make me crazy!". "Get off your ass, you're so bloody lazy!". "I hate my job". "Need a break from my wife". "I loathe your perfectly happy life". "I can't".
No smoke without fire.. Something I remember my dad saying to me, is there any truth in it. Or is it just a case of let's wait and see.
(inspired by @leelee101 poem gentlemen) If I had to choose a guy for me, He probably wouldn't exist. I would wish for him to not be just a yes or a no man.
#100days. The darkest depths of subconscious. Aren't always worth my fear. If the only thing to fear is fear itself. Then I must draw it near. If I worry about a thought I've had.
Drowning in a darkness. Of deep despair. Believing the lies I hear. And seeing truths not there. See the rays of sunlight. They shine upon your scars. Reaching for that broken smile.
For the world to hear my thoughts. Through poems and stories and songs. Will be my dying wish. Along with righting all my wrongs. I hope someone is their for me. Through all the laughs and cries.
She likes to play on the swings Will run for ice cream, Makes funny faces in pictures, When I fall she cries a little. Giggles at inappropriate times On funny memories presses rewind.
It isn't your fault. No not one bit. Mostly all mine. For just going through this shit. I didnt cry as I went. No I stayed bottled up. Until you said something. That made me give up.
This man is a legend. Some people may say. By the things that he does. In his own special way. Writing his poems. And his long stories too. Just to be glad. He had wrote them for you.
Sometimes the hard things are easy to say. Sometimes the easy words don't come your way. Sometimes I get caught up in my self. everyday stuff like money and health. I never mean to neglect or ignore.
If dreams were a food... Mine would be a buffett. If dreams were a mood... Mine would be a toughy. If dreams were a dance... Mine would be bump & grind. If dreams were a chance...
Judging people, we all do it Wether we admit it or not. When we're walking down the street and see someone that we don't know or some of us judge those around us. Or maybe a bit of both.