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I don't understand What part of you thinks That you're some kind of big man Whenever you drink Don't get me wrong, I'm no killjoy And I love a good time But I don't turn into an arsehole After a...
I have an ugly red one, it works like Prozac; y'know the type they say makes you high as clouds, and also it has a side effect; you shop like a maniac. I can say I do feel high when I'm out to shop.
When I think at night, what happened today, did I do good. Did I do that right. I should've done that..... That was embarrassing... I wish I didn't do that. Ofcourse I said that.
"You know what I’ve realized. Everything in life is art.
Get ready for the flood. The out pour of my fears. I guess I'm giving up. Suppressing all these years. Life had gotten tough. Second guessing. Fears appeared. Now my fears are clear.
I have a guilty confession abouy my temper I need to explain. The fact that when I snap and break I tend to go alittle insane.
Angel, Devil, which is best.
Call me an attention whore, A drama queen Yes.. I like the attention, don't we all.
I'm lacking emotions now My rage has driven them out Then dissipated, leaving me Alone to face my doubt My vision is somewhat clouded My future no longer clear I'm worried that I am losing myself It...
The power to heal. The power to hurt. The power to diss. The power to flirt. The power to anger. The power to calm. The power to offend. The power to charm. The power to confuse.
What do you do when your best isn't enough. When you try so hard and it's just too tough. Do you just stop living. Do you lay down and die. Do you make an extra effort, Or do you just start to cry.
Sometimes I sit and wonder why, I let so many hours pass me by, I should be productive, creative and smart, And make myself a nice new piece of art.
I have a twitter account, Why I do is no secret, It's something everyone knows about. Was so weak, so brittle back then, but now; I've grown proud. I had friends back then, But I drew them apart.
It's very thick rope Because it absorbs everything I ever see But I can't really ever cut anything out Yell it out. Write it out. Burn it out. Burn it all out.
I'm not lost I just haven't found My place in this world, I'm not tired, I've just no drive To get out my words, I'm not torn I'm just not Completely in one piece, I'm not trash I'm just not As...
If I were a daisy Or a buttercup so gay, Children'd hold me under their chin And laugh the day away.
There’s a picture hook on the wall in my office. The wall jutts out to assert it’s prominence. There is nothing hanging there, only potential. Wasted potential.
I wish I had the time. To write a perfect rhyme. Make a rhyme that's mine. Oh, I wish I had the time. I wish I had the hours. To write a verse with power. Make a verse that towers.
The recipe For perfect rhyme I've searched for it Time after time Would it be A lilting song To light the dark And right the wrong Should it contain A lot of swearing Or is that Too...
When the world seems to get too large, too quick or too scary, I crawl into my shell. Natural introversion takes over. When other's natural opposites push me into places I can't go, My mind retracts.
Stand before the mirror, Fingertips to glass, Watch distorted images, Intention: to harass. Sometimes telling truly, Sometimes lies of spite, Throwing my reflection, Into a new light.
This is something I scribbled in my diary all dolled up with my Kawaii stickers, well you can't see the stickers obviously-Opuss needs an photo feauture but it's very honest and nice, I think...
I read about a man and his tower how he'd built it tall and strong to last for all time. It made me think about my own tower. I call my life. how iv built it tall and strong.
What is happening to this body of mine. The hair on my head has gone really fine. But on my top lip the hair is so thick I look like Freddie mercury Get me a shaver quick.