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Morning!. Mourned your dreams, Dreaming in sins. Sincerely win, Winters icy dawn. Adorn your outfit, Outfox Queen or King. Kingdoms slaves, Slaved in minds, Minding you lose.
I can now see Before I was an observer, Trapped in a mortal shell Never truly seeing the world Now that I have you I can finally see The warm colors of summer The cold hues of winter The swirling...
I'm so sick and tired of everybody trying to be pigeon holed. I'm in a lecture at the moment almost preaching that people can be labelled, categorised, and predictable.
Life is too confusing. But it's just the way it is. They confused you,thrilled you,scared you, terrifies you or sometimes denied you. They do this, so that we can know hardships.
The man I once was. I am not the man I thought I was. Just a shell an empty farce. Turned insecurities into funny masks. Never lived up to any task. It took to loose what I could bare to not.
All our lives we have been told that we must work toward something.
I walk along through dark and lonely streets No one to guide me or hold my hand No one follows or calls my name Where I'm going nobody knows Where I've been only footsteps remain.
~I wrote this half asleep and I don't really like it, but I thought I'd post it anyway :P~ My bubble has a membrane, thin yet strong, I high-five its inner walls knowing something's wrong, I cannot...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are.
Well it suits to my creative and literature needs, and is easily flexed around an every day life. I love to read and write, and my idol is JK Rowling. But that's not all.
My whole life I have been slightly different to a lot of other girls.
When I was younger, our class was asked; 'What do you want to be when your older?'. Most replied with 'An astronaut, or a famous singer, or a ballerina'. I replied with 'Well how should I know that?'.
So I've been going out on dates more often this year than any other previous year.
The main reason I love writing is probably because it was a talent I picked up by myself. My parents have no idea how much I love to write because I don't think they'd know how to react to that.
I wrote this song lyric when I was 22, when fame was a frustrating issue and good friends, few. I wrote this for someone, in return it saved me.
Waking in the morning I feel all alone Love is leading me only Telling me where to go But what do you think Am I your number one I trek through the broken land Across the plain in the morning sun I...
Chapter 3. The Plan I silently tiptoed to the study where the laptop was; and quietly searched for Sophie Bentley. More than 2400 people came up. How will I look through all of these people.
Your eyes light up the room, I can't help but to stare, You laugh at my expense, As I fall for you.
Limbs fly forward in a steady beat, Harmonious they pound their feet, Rhythmic they rise and fall, A velvet night their one true call, Its cold it's dark I want to fall, Hold up my hands and stand...
This first post marks the start of a new chapter in my ever-changing life. Tomorrow morning I'll be moving away from home for the first time, a somewhat daunting feat.
I'm tired of not knowing who I am. I know that sounds strange and weird and twisted but, believe me, it's unintended.
You know your strong, because you have overcome hard problems. So you become a super hero, helping others face and solve their problems. Top of the world right.
The mind is a glorious thing, but it is also very fragile.
There are days when the work seems effortless. The books are a joy to read, your mind is full of fragments of ideas to write down. These days are day when learning is fun.