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#100things I am sorry to mislead you. There are in fact only six things listed here.
Hello again, and today is Friday, February 15, 2013. How many lies do you tell in one day. And counting every lie too, even little white lies.
I wonder if you know. What it feels like to hold. Someones heart in your hand. I don't think you understand. I don't think that you can see. What it feels like to be me.
In my black hole of existence, I sit here mortally wounded. I've always had resistance, But something has consumed it. In my black hole of existence, I sit here mentally blocked.
some people have someone that's always with them. not me. I'm never with the same people. people know my story. bits and pieces. no one but me knows the entire story. no one knows me inside and out.
This isn't what I asked for, Did I really put my name down for this. To live this endless war, To never feel the kindness of bliss.
By the sea, no "we" just me. Under the sun, no two hearts just one. By the sea, waves chasing me. Under the sun, too tired to run. By the sea, setting my soul free.
Is consumed of candy and feeding off of kisses. Relying on chocolates taped to paper greetings. To you, from me. Although I don't really mean it. It's too elementary of me. Too cool.
I am only human I. Chilled to the bone, I. Ghost along in this world, I. Sing my own song, I. Wonder if anyone, I. Love will remember I. When I am gone, I. Try to be good, I. Try to work hard, I.
It took me two attempts to swallow the pills that night. The methadone was bad enough, but at least the tablets were small. The anti-depressants were huge, difficult to swallow.
Everyone is always saying that I look so lonely all the time. They watch as I sit all by myself and stare out the window. They seem to feel bad for me.
I furnish my throne With friendships set in stone The type that is grown The type that's unknown I type on my phone Desperate to paint a picture Stories grown from an inner scripture I...
Don't Fall Down. A long time ago someone once told me. "Don't look back, or you'll fall down". I never realized it was true. Until I looked back. And I fell for you. Cuz even the brightest lights.
But you and I Will never be This pain I feel You'll never see It's not your fault It's really not I shouldn't have loved you In a trap I am caught I did this to myself And I shall pay the price For...
*I wrote this without thought, it might not make total sense as its 3am, it's a quite long maybe very boring write about myself. It may Contain swear words, i can't remember.You were warned.
My pen has run out of ink, My pencil has broken lead, The hole for words in my head has closed up, And my whole creative side is dead.
Freckles, freckles Everywhere, Not too many, But not too little, Medium long brown Hair, with the Huge brown eyes. Short but kind, But don't forget the Short temper.
(From Ode to Melancholy) . This is Life . . Sitting on the empty bone of Eternity . Listening to the cries of a desperate child . Bathing in its captive tears .
I promise. Those two words leave my pink lips, It is a reflex now It does not have the same sealed deal feel. It is all but words. I don't know when the words lost their meaning...
My Nile tonight I want to be with you I want to let go and to myself be true But I am wondering how are you keeping your flow While even though my heart is younger it's starting to beat really...
I thinks it's a fact that your first instinct and thoughts are often the right way to go. If you mull something over for too long it's not always for the best.
Opuss rocks , a lot of self actualization can be done here , really puts things out there to be put in order , like how you can talk to a phycologist and they never say nothing , just kinda sit there...
It's all over as I'm stumbling over myself... Wrestling with my own heart.. Tussling with my own thoughts... Reconciling the wrongs I made And agreeing with the decisions I created.
I miss the days where my words flowed,. From the tips of my fingers down to my toes,. I felt the words in my bones,. Words and rhyme and lyrical flow,. I've always had a fascination,.