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- -. '. '. '. ^. I feel cheated,. been defeated,. my heart is weeping,. it says in my name,. I'm meant to be the thief,. stealing others hearts,. not the other way round,. I've been thinking,.
You cannot walk in my shoes Won't change point of views Like you didn't have a clue Hate is all that you choose Messed up, drugged up, loved up You just don't have the stuff Emotionless not too...
Wow. Got a surprise today. Heard about some crazy psycho people, and thought I'd write a poem about it. So I did. Wrote a really disturbing poem about some really sick people.
Who would want a heart like mine. It's been broken so many times. Scars that will never heal. Cynicism beyond its years. A heart that needs to love but falls for the wrong person every time.
Descriptions , perfections You describe it how you want it to be. They are very similar you see, Perfections are down to descriptions, Not just foretold by you or me.
Hurry up don't be late Walk at a faster rate No, jog at a speedy pace Run like its a race Sprint, I long to see your face When I see you open the door I don't think of my self anymore I just want you...
I hope they never know,. the mistake I have made,. I was foolishly brave,. to believe he had changed,. it's now all one big haze,. I want to forget that dreadful day,. was it all my fault,.
Every now and then. I get these funny little moods. Sometimes they are jovial. Sometimes I feel the blues. They envelop me from nowhere. And fill me to the brim. I cannot think of anything else.
Staring out the window, Looking at the rain, I see a teenage boy, Who looks like he's in pain, Tears run down his face, Cuts across his arm, I wonder what on earth Could cause this boy such harm, His...
I hate you, And don't you ever think that I respect you. "I would be somebody", You were dead wrong, If you thought I'd never amount to anything, You've got it spot on.
Today I found a friend who knew everything I felt she knew my weakness and the problems I've been dealt.
Dont watch my tears, my sorrow. I've changed everyone. It's really sad. You shouldnt know. What I've become. Im like an open book. Missing all the words. A lonely farm man at night.
Far too busy and I miss writing these bits. Why don't I have the time to make up these hits. I need to relax and chill, find a release. Write something nonsense, my poor brain to appease.
Yes, I did cheat in that German test, but then, so did everyone else Yes I've made mistakes, but isn't that what life is about.
Every waking moment a continual test, continually striving to offer my best. Pressure to keep ahead of the rest, trying to predict, what happens next.
What a long day. Read what lies people discovered and had to say. I never thought of Opuss that way. But these things I can't change. I even wonder why they were made.
You see, I can't to let go.. I can't move on.. i dont think i can, the pain's latched onto me.. And I'm far from safety, i cant hide the struggling, And now i feel like i'm just babbling..
Sorry for being a fool I was a hasty knob Perhaps I was the tool Should have re-read the poem and stopped I would run to any call I wish my hand would've cramped So Easley I used to...
That weird moment... When you realize you're a grown up. It's when you get annoyed over things the kids do, that you used to do when you were their age. It's when you realize your parents were right.
Sad man sitting in the corner of shame, Sorry to say, but there's only you to blame. All the cats are now calling your name. I guess that's what you wanted, no shame. Little sad man, please have hope.
Lessons in life. Accept the strife. Don't be a sheep. Dreaming's for sleep. Love with your heart. New day,new start. Forget the past. Life goes too fast. Friends are your rock. Try not to mock.
36 MIRRORS I'm so in love with myself, I will follow myself in a hall full of mirrors. Do you view that as queer.
The mirror, it reflex an image. Me. That's me. Or is it. No that is who you made me. I like her better, she stands taller, more positively, more confident. Maybe she me in a more enlightened way.