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I want to be that girl. Strumming an old guitar. On the sidewalk by the park. Singing for cash in her tip jar. And I want to be that artist. Selling portraits for hundreds.
Greetings utopian Opussian Universe...
Lost. Stuck. Confused. Don't know what to do, Don't know what to say. Should I go in this direction. Or the other way. Perhaps this option would be best, Or maybe this one would.
Why paint the sky a dreary grey When it could be bright red. Why prey to the clouds with fickle thoughts When you could fly instead.
When I first came here Was I born to be free.
T omorrow is the start. H ow will my life pan out. E verything got so dark, U ntil I learned to shout. N ew things on the horizon, K icking out the doubt.
I'm somewhere between the hot and the cold Somewhere between the new and the old. Somewhere between the wrong and the right Am I darkness or am I the light.
Without my crazy mind I would never have found myself and in this way I would never have found you so you see my craziness and yours is important. It's vital. This is my mind on a page.
So it's been pointed out that I should probably tell you lovely people about myself so here goes.
My journey in life is proving to be fun Hushed the angels on my shoulders And I no longer run I accept loss I talk with fate I chase dreams cause it's never too late I trust I forgive I will always...
It's not always right but I never said it was. This doesn't have to last forever but it has to last. And maybe it will end in tears but who said it won't be worth it.
Charlie: I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate.
I'm moving on now. I'm gonna go places I'd rather be. I'm gonna meet people. Who see me for me. I'm sick of you seeing my crying face. When really I'm just a big disgrace.
A rustic world of anger. A trauma, far from slain. I glance away from reality. And find myself in pain. I write about being happy. I write about being sad. Experiences from within.
blotter under my tongue. waiting for a lift. on the computer. mind begins to drift. but no sign yet. no sign of a trip. nothing yet. or will I ever trip. is it even possible.
Riddles of Life never cease. The path I find myself on was beneath my feet long before the conscious recognition.
There is a girl I know, Her name is Unsung Melody, Her friends are kind to her, But she believes they are her enemies, She is a girl with no confidence, And she lives in life's celibacy, But her...
The Element of If God was I angry. Angry as fuck. Fuming, Fucking text message. Nature of woman. Tell her not to respond; What did I want to do.
I'm ready to sleep the whole night. I'm ready to give up against the fight. I'm ready to give up control for a while. I'm ready to pick up the phone and dial. I'm ready to forgot the pain and strife.
I was raised by my grandfather, and we traveled around the country together until he died. I was just 15 when I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. They were nice enough.
Sometimes you have to just stop trying to repair. It's not that you are giving up in despair. It's actually moving on to something new. Opening your mind and heart to see a different point of view.
The child still dwells within me, Rarely appearing for anyone to see. He reminds me of my dreams, The future left behind, or so it often seems.
I throw caution to the wind Take no prisoners Escape from the fate of sin Being me... I look at caution with a smile A sly one While my inner thoughts run wild They say...
One of the things that get me annoyed is when adults say "you're not a kid anymore", but that's not true. I class myself as a kid, because I'm not 13 or older than that.