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Sometimes I wonder what this is all about. As I have spent my whole life long dedicated to being a good friend. I take this role very seriously and pour my heart into it.
My body heavy my mind muffled , my breath deep and slow , i feel my body sink into the depths of my mind , a soothing warmth surrounds me , i am now in the place , I've wanted to be most of the day ,...
Well..it will probably Kill me. Although, it will probably be said it was the cancer/virus/accident/disease etc etc etc. And I Don't digress. One thing I was brought up with, was the concept of Pride.
Oh my. Another day of painting the blessed hallway. I have been decorating now for more than three weeks and all I see around me is mess. I wonder why I bother. Life is like that though eh.
You hide behind your concrete wall Of shameful memories, Dreading all the things that made you fall And lose your sense of ease. An endless sea between your heart and head, Impossible to cross.
I've come to love my followers, those who dare to take a look, so I think one day I may just try and write myself a book.
This is a poem I wrote many years ago when I was in a much darker place than I am now. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ My pebbles keep on falling into the pond. I try to halt them.
He woke up feeling strange.what could have been so wrong. He slept at nine as usual. He ran the same roads every evening. He even did his job right. So what could have gone wrong.
This last week seems to have proven my point. Everyone around me is so immature, the things they laugh at, the things they say.
Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.
A few years back, someone told me that our relationship, that had ended many years previously, was a result of her parents not being happy with me as a person, and that I was from the 'wrong...
I have this problem, Can you see. I can't stop writing Poetry. Which, you may think Is not so bad, But its driving me Slowly mad. When I write now, Every time, I have the urge To make things rhyme.
I really can't stand attention seekers or fake people. Especially When they complain about the attention they get and act like there god for it.
You've only got yourself to blame. Dwelling on your past hurts and pain. Repeating mistakes, problems the same. Acting out and driving friends insane. You've only got yourself to blame.
Bucket List...Hit forward and place an x by all theThings you've done, remove the x from the ones you have not, and send it to your friends (including me).Whether you've done this before or not, be a...
Words spill out from me. A vocabulary lost, devoid of all meaning, The endless monologue will never explain; Revelations into the soul are pointless.
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye. it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry. it's funny how forever never seems to last.
If only you would care for me and believe that I can be right, so now I can't achieve anymore and forever losing sight.
I feel so lonely, bring on tomorrow, I bring the show on, I'll show you where I'm from, none of you know me, so no judging please.
Justifying our mistakes to make ourselves feel better about what we've done, isn't the right way to prevent ourselves from Making that mistake again.
I'm Down with strictly dope "So" That means I'm more than u can handle "Hot" Im hotter than the wax from a candle "Him" that's Roc he's my microphone companion "Lyrics" full of knowledge truth and...
I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of feeling empty inside. I'm tired of feeling worthless. I'm tired of feeling stuck. I'm tired of feeling crazy. I'm tired of being alone.
the girl who always looks sad but claims she’s fine. the girl who puts sad messages up everyday. the girl who when she sees you, smiles a half a smile.
The new kid. I hated him, not because he was new, but I just didn't like him. Few weeks later a friend tells me that the new kid likes me. I felt like puking. That was last term.