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I want to walk out my door, And float away on a cloud, Let all my worries go, And problems on the ground, I want to search the unknown, And follow my dreams, But I'm stuck down here, In reality, I...
I'm sitting here in the classroom staring out the window, just letting my thoughts wander off.
What comes first. Love, or glory. Would you prefer the raw, almighty force of love being thrust through your veins at every beat of your heart?...
Today I was home Sleeping late alone Monday put on hold Every day's recurrent When you're made redundant Everything gets old So I thought of you Lying idle too Waiting by the sea I wished that I was...
Darkest night of my life, My emotions are crying behind my cold exterior. No one to confide in only the crippled hand of suicide that offers me a fake hope, an easy way out.
I had tried to convince myself that by running away and changing my name and appearance that I was a different person. The truth was that I wasn't a different person.
Art is a science. You move up and are told straight away that all you know is false, and start again.
Just what exactly do you expect from me.
In my purest form I am an empty vessel. Still, I cling to myself. I am everything when I am nothing. Yet still, I cling to my self. It is in that sweet void of self I am reborn. Still.....
The light in your heart was bright from the start. You may have misplaced it, but it never goes far. The light in your heart could shine bright from afar.
I want to be a pilot and sever the sky. I want to be a stuntman and never say die. I want to be a cowboy and ride a white horse. I want to be a racer and drive the right course.
All the other girls, Spend hours on their curls, Talking about guys, Spreading twisted lies. And all the other boys, Treat the girls like toys, Expected to be a tool, Because its seen as cool.
Dear Inamorata, I am tranquil in your quivering eyes, So modest and pure, As freshly fallen snow Upon weary, trembling ground. Innocence in the warmth of your heart.
I really do astonish myself when I think about my thought train when dreaming.
Silent screams inside her head As she fall down face first on her bed She asks again and again For reasons she cannot brain Why God is life so hard.
Good and bad. This is who I am. Happy or sad. This is who I am. Some say mad. But this is who I am. Sometimes I feel love. This is who I am. Sometimes I feel rough. This is who I am.
The rigour of daily routine in life, a hard stricture to hide yourself within. You must do this now, panic, worry, fear; each danger looming ever closer still. No wonder you look so tired and...
I see her only because we are standing face to face. I stare at her and she stares back with the same eyes, But I do not know her.
Sometimes the world seems big and brash, A ripping, roaring tide- Of shouts and yells and craziness, From which I want to hide.
Time after time, I am knocked down. Fight after fight, I end on the ground. The air of life is pushing on me, Is it too much to ask for room to breathe.
This is another one of my story ideas. I think it is a short story idea, it came about from a comic drawing class. It is written in the form of emails.
As i walk along this road that most call life, i ask myself questions, who am i and why am i here.
Hey. my name is Jamie:) I'm a 15 year old girl and last year I had an eating disorder. For years I had been really insecure.
I am trying to deviate from talking about relationships, love, trust, cos hey, I can go on for hours ranting about it. I will save my little soap opera for another day.