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There's a blue plastic box. Tucked under my bed. Brimming with secrets. Traced from my head. Inside there's a notebook. That's purple and white. And filled with ideas. I dream of at night.
You know when you get those days when nothing goes right. I just want to find something new in my life. I'm fed up of what I'm doing at the moment.
On a coach in the middle of nowhere, Shrouded by fog so thick nothing can be seen. Every song reminds me of you, And if I sleep you'll haunt my dreams.
I'm just a loving fool it seems With no chance of reaching dreams.
In the rain I can see eyes. In the rain I can see faces. In the rain I can see, I can see, two boys, bouncing upon a trampoline.
Does anyone else feel Alone And Isolated.Alienated.Frustrated.Berated.Elated-Then-Slated.
"What do you mean it's too early for beer?", he said with a mischievous smile. He looked to the sky and than said with a sneer: "I havn't had beer for a while.".
I am cocooned in a tenuously familiar space. Only slightly less alien in this alien place. The rain pounds fists on the windows, the loudest I've known. The streets are rivers outside my almost-home.
"Is anyone out there?" I issue my daily cry to the universe. But the only voice that responded was the feeble echo of my own voice. I can hear the desperation in the sound.
Nothing can pick you up on a day like this Everything seems so much worse than it is eyes mist over hearing goes blank Whatever you do doesn't matter Feels like I'm running so far away Trying to...
There are times when I feel alone. It feels that if I screamed no one would care. I really want to scream. I want to walk through the forest and be the only one there.
Suffering silently, my own sadness, Caught in my own deranged madness, Oblivious, I don't know how, No body wants to know me now.
Nathaniel knew there was something different about his daughter these days. She was changing.
The little girl sits on the swing, With which the wind plays, As she stares into the horizon, Caped in a murky haze.
#ProjectHumanity A paperless place, Just wires and lines, And online transactions, And alerts, symbols, signs. A place without pencils, Just pixels and grit, As many computers, That can possibly fit.
Spiced orange candles, Mp3 on loop, Stacks of coursework, hail storms, And a carton of cranberry juice.
I am home alone. My parents are at work and it is precisely 7pm. Pitch black darkness surrounds me as I bundle up on a desk chair before the dim-lit computer.
Where am I,. With ceilings so high. Chandeliers fall from the sky. Where am I,. With the windows so big,. That the whole word can see me jig. Where am I,. People stare. Looking here and looking there.
From@HingAling To@Smellyfingers (1) We all live our lives in little bubbles of bliss Head in the clouds getting high proud and seeking new kicks Is ignorance bliss.
People always ask what's wrong. Truth is I have no clue. Am I mad. Is it just me. I feel alone when its dark even if I have a whole crowd around me.
For @HingAling24 We all live in our little bubbles of bliss Head in the clouds getting high and seeking new kicks Ignorance disguises more lies for our kids A truth in a reality that we all have...
'twas a cold winters night. All bluster and blizzard. Snow down my neck, toes like fingers of ice. The wind found it's way through clothing and skin. Wheeling and stealing the breath from my mouth.
Sitting at the head Of a long empty table. I'd manage a smile, If I were able. Humming the pitchy tune That echoes through the room. A cake in front of me, No one else will consume.
I dance in a pitch black room, No one can see me there. To only sounds, gentle cloth, Floating in the air.