Waiting For The Sun.
It's fifteen minutes to seven. The sun still hasn't risen. I look up and this is what I see. The black of night and stars looking down at me. My worries are giving me stress.
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It's fifteen minutes to seven. The sun still hasn't risen. I look up and this is what I see. The black of night and stars looking down at me. My worries are giving me stress.
Chapter 13 <> PIXIES P.O.V We had all slept in a nearby Travel Lodge- but not Kaiden. He was in having his Cancer cured. This treatment would involve my beautiful baby losing all his brown locks.
Birds tweet at the peak of dawn The little girl opens her eyes and yawns. She observes the big wide world Knowing she won't always be this little girl.
It's the solitude not the dark. That leads your mind astray. It's the idea that no ones coming. Despite how much you pray. It's a complete trick of your mind. There's no truth to what you fear.
I want to walk. In the direction of the wind. I want to talk. And speak words they can't rescind. I want to live. In a world where names don't matter. I want to give.
Every day I wake up with new determination Every morning I tell myself I’ll reach a destination Soon everything will be all right Soon I’ll never lose my smile.
While I'm here, you should know that I write songs. I write a lot of songs, and they all have stories, and I am going to share one now. I wrote it about a year and a half ago.
#household I light a torch and hold it high, It shines so bright it lights the sky. You see the light, you know it's me, You find the strength and set yourself free.
One day. I will walk. On this beach. With you,. The waves. As wild and. Deep as. Your eyes,. My hand. Nestled in yours,. Warm against. The winter storm,. Making two. Sets of. Footprints. In the damp.
I study that human beings are social creatures. We are taught how to behave and how not to behave all so that we can fit into society and look pretty.
Hurting pain,. The kind that gets under your skin,. You may think it will last forever,. Almost like a deadly sin,. But there's no reason to end your life,. There's no reason to pass on,.
#songcompetition There's a man in the factory, You know he sweats 12 hours a day, He's toiled and sweated for 20 years to the day, But he's got a light switched on, That takes the toiling...
When my heart was breaking And the air was cold There was no one left for me to hold They were taken from me In the dead of night We were all shaking from fright When our whole world was ripped...
Sleep may evade you sometimes But your dreams will still come true Don't you dare give up now I'm watching over you.
A cry for inspiration, Run of desperation. No way to turn, Life makes me burn. Ready to go to sleep, One so long and deep. Ready for endless dreams, To run from the screams.
Since when did we forget The scent that smells so sweet. Since when did we forget The sound that gives off peace.
I hope peace would prevail. I hope kindness would fill the air. I hope wars would all fail. I hope everyone would really care. I hope we stop judging one another. I hope every child has a mother.
Justice, that word, Seen so rare. Hard to find, Hard to care. Under used, Over needed. By the time it's here, We've begged and pleaded.
Don't let go. Hold on to your heart. Cherish those moments. We have from the start. Don't let go. There is still time. Time to swim to the surface. You'll always be mine. Don't let go.
The stench of dead souls. Rotting dreams. Withering goals. Sound of nothing is all around. Screaming from beneath. A billion bodies in the ground. Shadows eating what still is. Poisoning the blood.
That one single moment. When everything clicks into place. When you suddenly can't remember why those tears were rolling down your face. That one single moment. When life feels turned around.
Ode to the forgotten. The once loved. The once cared for. Ode to their lives. Everyday they hurt. While in desperation. For trust, care and love. Ode to their hearts. Torn viciously apart.
Some of you may a recall a relatively recent blog I did about signs - whether they are actually trying to tell us something or whether they are just a torment playing on the little hope we have.
When I'm lost, you're there to find me To show me the way, even when the lights blind me To guide me through the tough, showing that life isn't always rough Proving I'm not a lost soul, that there is...