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Hurt and anger two sides of a coin Hard to be rational when your ire is drawn When to want answers and when to forgive. There's not always a place for live and let live.
Rank rank. fed up of this talk about ranks. Is it really important. all most of us want is a simple thanks. Can't we all just move on please and just forget about it.
Watch the sun setting over the endless sea. Nowhere at this moment I'd rather be. Soothing my soul and easing my pain. Hardly even notice its starting to rain. Brings back memories of people and past.
It seems you have everything that I lack. A perfect halo. My one's cracked. You're the princess of virtue, sugar and spice. I'm the prince of darkness, acid and strife.
The Evil. Sheer wickedness. I sensed it. Edgy and easy that I felt. in the air. From the beginning. I chose to ignore it. the instinct my eye. It felt it. it felt the darkness. The evil eye.
To make something beautiful,. To bring a tear in someone's eye,. To live a moment without regret,. To know the secret of how to fly,. To learn if I could feel right,.
I sing upon silent winds,. That one day we will be free,. Drenched in my own tears,. The curse of love is bound to me,. Light in the darkness,. A moth to a flame,. I sigh softly,.
I'm new to Opuss as you probably can tell. Keep pressing the wrong buttons and messaging myself. Haven't wrote poetry for a very long time. So I'm a bit rusty with my rhythm and rhyme.
I wish I knew how to write things down. I wish I knew how to tell things right. I wish I knew how to not hurt you so much. I wish I knew... I wish. If I only knew.
Look into my eyes what do you see. An oppressed person or a spirit that is free. Look into my eyes have I a story to be told. Will I die young or die when I get old.
*Swear words and stuff* Things to do before I die..... Kill 100,000 Zombies. Not on Left 4 Dead, 4 Real. Crush some fuckers skull in, to rescue a baby seal.
There are few things in life that are for certain. Even something as given as tomorrow isn't certain. But if we stick to the thought of tomorrow, we lose sight of today.
There are a few things I want to do before I die. I'd love to pluck a single star out from the sky. To be able to run with wolves through the tundra snow.
I can't decide which colour would be you, The always winning Red or the moody Blue. Maybe the relaxed Green, but dark or light. I don't think this colour-giving is even right.
I should not want to post stuff about you anymore. It is not helping me and neither is it helping our relationship. I have only looked like a love-sick fool.
The night is filled with starlight, The night is filled with moonbeams, The night is filled with dreams, Whether good or bad, But the night is filled with souls Pouring out their sorrows, So that a...
Names are strange Letters you arrange Meanings you rearrange I find them strange What's the point in a nickname. Does my real name put you to shame. Should I be ashamed.
I'm sat in my room staring at this blank bit of space on my phone. Wondering to myself deep in thought of how to make it my own. You see... When I write, i'm not in it for the glory.
Over 300 followers, never more than 30+ likes. I thank those of you who are bothered, To like the stuff that I write. But I doubt now the legitimacy, of all but a few.
When I take a closer look Deep within my own life's book My past and present forgiven Old chapters get rewritten Why do we stand together. United we are not. Why do we hurt each other.
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I have never really understood birthdays. They tragically seem to me just like every other day. You expect this deep change to occur within you when you reach the end of another year of life.
There's an illness seeping through my skin. A reckless torture brewing within. They say it's the result of my pursued life of sin. A feeling is missing from my wasteful existence.
In our world there is predictability and unpredictability. Both are predictable. People we usually hang out with are indirectly those who are unpredictable.