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People tend to the melodramatic view that thinking with your brain is bad, and all decisions should come from the "heart" (although it is actually a number of emotional glands that deal with...
Everyones left now I've become forgotten. It hurts inside making me feel entirely rotten. It's as if a doors closed and I'm left on the other side. And no body cares that I'm dying inside.
Innocence is pictured differently through many eyes, Blinded by the sheer beauty of it. Picture perfect Mona Lisa, Hard to believe in such innocence.
Hello there it's me again, That voice you can't control. The one that tells you straight, To ease the burning in your soul. I can't believe that now, After everything I said.
She was always very small. Standing at 5ft tall. She was chatty. And slightly batty. She loved to sing. Enjoyed dancing. She is a loyal friend. Loyal to the end. She is quite feisty.
Took the fireworks and the vanity The circuit board and the city streets Shooting star, swaying palm tree Laid it at the arbiter's feet If I could change my mind, change the paradigm Prepare myself...
If poems reflect our emotion, emotion reflective of life, Then poetry is a word see-saw, Balancing loving and strife. So some of my verses are happy, I smile as I recall the glow.
Oh how the mighty have fallen. Sat up on their lofty perch, Casting judgement on those they saw below. Forgetting how they got there, Ignoring those who helped. The view from on high was addictive.
Crashing Love;. Does have a few bad words in it ..… nothing to bad thow … just bein carefull. You are so horrible. You've given me nothing. You just take take take. I've had enough. Its far to tough.
Today, I woke up feeling murderous. I want to hurt someone, or just laugh out loud at someone else's misery.
Quiet. Calm. Serene. An ocean with no waves. A perfectly silent country meadow. The glistening tarmac of an empty motorway. Finally i am alone with my thoughts. A pure moment of calm.
Life isn't all that bad, Some people wish they had, All those thing you got, But you're not, You think more and more, No chore, But others work so hard and get nothing, Huffing and puffing, While...
Sometimes I need to feel pain. It lets me know. Life is not a game. It gives me the shock. That this is life. Nobody would like it. If it was ended with a knife. Sometimes a bruise.
Sooo... As no one probably noticed I took a break from this for a while. For me it was too much too soon.
Little boy look at how you've grown. Look at all the shiny things you own. But, I know that your not satisfied. With all your dreams I made you set aside. I did'nt want to change your plan.
Can you hear my voice. Do you know my face. Do you know my words. Or am I merely waste. Will I ever shine. Will people know my name. Will I ever be proud. Or hang my head with shame.
There's an angel in my heart and a devil in my head. Want to say rude things but it's happiness I spread. Sometimes I want to shout and spit nasty words.
I hate when people tell me what to do or when. I hate being alone. I hate being with no phone. I hate the rainy days in the summer. I hate being left out. I love being me.
I am what I seem in this thing we call life, it's what I deem as sharp as a knife. The shadows cross us and make us act mad, but in the end it's their loss and they should be sad.
As I look into the mirror: My reflection screams at me, Her fingers press against the glass, She longs to be set free.
© ZuperZed Have to think of something that makes you guys happy. It's going to be tough 'cause I'm feeling really crappy. Woke up this morning, didn't sleep too well.
Sometimes other poeoples lives are really sad an tragic and I want to cry for them but somehow they manage to stand right back up and not only walk forward but full on sprint towards the rest of...
Happiness Day,. To keep the sorrows away,. I'd love it really, to stay,. But all our lives go on,. And we'll wake tomorrow morn',. A marvellous concept,. Opussian's kept erect,.
I've read around and I hear you say, That today is Opuss's happiness day. I fished around, and found my smile, I don't wear it very often, it ain't my style.