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I try to imagine. A life without love. I try to imagine. What it must be like. Giving up. I try to imagine. A smile upon my face. I try to imagine. My ideal workplace. I try to imagine.
You're an immature Lay-philosopher With self-proclaimed Original ideas And a sense of Self importance Disproportionate To your achievements, But true to your Quick intellect.
A little help is all I give. No need to be so defensive. Politely say what you need to say. And I will gladly go away. A little chip, as we grow older. May be found upon our shoulder.
Another stab at wacky free form. Adapted from Angel Beast. #nightdweller ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I opened my sacred book again at days end, and saw smiling grimace against daily imperfections.
I fell in love with the night. And The radiance of the moon. I enjoy the dust of the dark. But hate day that will surely come soon. How lovely thoughts bloom. In the bask of the moon.
I kind of like my body, I kind of like my face. My hair is different, I mean only 2% of the population has this hair color. My freckles are cool and I sort of like my oddly small ears.
No one, it seems, is around to talk. So instead I will leave my apartment, walk Along the sea front in the bracing wind Ignoring the hollowness, the lonely twinge.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, January 19, 2013. I have another story idea. This time I thought of this: the fear you have that you don't like remembering you have.
Looking out the frost covered window into the dark of night, I can see the people walking past all bundled up against winters cold bite They rush past each other, hurrying off into the distance, It...
Ideally beauty should always be within a person first and foremost. True beauty comes from the inside or so it is often expressed. However, what constitutes beauty on the inside.
When I'm lain motionless. And the darkness is near. Will family surround me. Will anybody be there. Will my deathbed be a single. In a one bedroom home. Will I go with a whimper. In a cold room alone.
Light burns through bruised blackness, its purple indigo scars fading, healing. The golden color washing it all away with graceful, elegant strokes. I'm caught in between.
Sat alone Thoughts in flow Mind is set On past events Emotions run high My mouth runs dry Could I do this again Would I even know why The few scars that remain From the slight bit of pain Is...
I wish I could turn back time, Cliché, I know but oh well. Things went less than fine, Now on mistakes I dwell. I wish I could turn back time, Been said on many occasions.
I was told "you talk too much" When I was younger, aged 8. But all I had talked about was The things that interested me. How the stars in our dark skies Are just gigantic balls of gas.
yeah, I understand. no one fights for me. paper thin bland. everyone's got their own matters. and other things to care for and attend to. push me aside. feelings abide. it doesn't bother me.
In a dark night brightly, Shone a girl walking slow, Her face radiant in moonlight, But her feet nowhere to go.
If I do not keep on writing. Then the ink will seep within. Causing an inner struggle. Solved only by the pen. The notebook is my body. And the folds create my heart. But without my muse.
I listen And I hear I'm not a prophet Or a seer But hearing And knowing Are better Than someone telling I heard My parents say That my humor was Fractured, but that's okay I Am funny In my own...
Time goes by so slowly, decisions made and done. The actions of a coward, though brave enough for some. Hallucinations of a man, whos sealed his own dark fate.
I wear the scars, they don't wear me. I set the boundaries, choose what they'll be. I write my lines, they don't fall out. And if I speak, I may just shout. I wear the scars, they don't wear me.
I wonder how much you know about you. If you could right now, describe yourself. I can't get inside your head and tell you what to say. But maybe this could start to help;.
Thought I heard you call Heard the phone ring Now its not only my heart You're messing With And I never even told you How cold I never wanted you to see How cold And so old And so fragile And bold I...
In a man a bird flies; A fish eagle, hunting pray, A sparrow, lost in hedgerow, A duck, lazy on a duck pond A jay, all the colours of a rainbow, An owl, big eyes in dark night, A swan, Gods grace in...