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I want to tell all of you something.. Life is short, live life while you can. Don't do drugs and party all the time. Live. Do things that won't kill you. Duhh. Anyways..
Birthday time, birthday time. Time for sushi and time for cheer. Birthday time. Birthday time. Birthday time is finally here. It's the time of the year that I just adore.
An sick today. All alone in my room. All I take is 5 different pills. And all I get a drowsy high that doesn't go away. Better than am down now. But I can't do much too.
I try to trace the footsteps. I once did take. I try to correct all the mistakes I've stupidly made. I lay In my bed waiting for the day. For my Equal Eden once again. I can taste.
Confidence can come and confidence can go. Is it a coincidence that we are not shown. A. Fenced icon*. Is what you are now. Your beauty used up by the friends you thought sound. A.
My chest is a empty space With a care worn shell Inside my heart Is a living hell Sadness and loss rip at my insides whenever I'm feeling my worst.
I never thought I'd be that girl, The one whose life could be walked through with shoes. It seemed absurd that a life could be reduced To such sole meaning, Such frivolity.
Big is as big does,. Big lives in love and trust. Big is little Them, big Us. Big is not 'just' it's 'must'. Big is not big guns. Big is not big guns. Big is not big knives and big guns.
How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy. What one thing have you not done that you really want to do. What’s holding you back.
I'm looking down, realising. I've reopened wounds from before. Not just from the past week or so. But from all those years ago. That time when I thought I knew how it felt. But now I really know.
Depression. When it comes to you, it hits you hard. You start to feel like there will no longer be a tomorrow. You're entering an abyss of darkness. But somehow, that darkness is addicting.
Be their nothing today I wish to share I still engage my mind to think and write, Maybe my work is nothing to compare, But still I sit and type to you this night.
You think see, But you don't, What you see, Is just an imagination of reality...
Laugh it off Let it go Forget your heart Apply what you know What's wrong And what's right The morals we're taught In the course of our life Follow your mind All knowing and factual I...
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are. Which is worse, failing or never trying. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do.
Wow my two hundredth post. This is worth a toast. Never thought I'd get this far. A lot of them have been under par. I haven't been on my game as late. My poems have not been that great.
Inspiration to page, Thought after rage. Emotion before reason, Objectivity treason. Three words can make me cry, Express darkest fears. Verbose explosions can make me sigh, Bore me to tears.
Ok, I just don't know what to write about anymore... All poems seem to be depressing and I'm pretty sure everyone is getting annoyed with them because I am. My work is just so stupid these days.
Wrong Strong Bong Long Feel Real Seal Deal Now I too deserve some charity A well written poem with this transparency And as I've been advised by those benched above This may now be creative...
Dark Safe Familiar Retreat My bedroom; Bed Safe Secure Cocooned My own private womb. Regress Curl Foetal Warm Just like a child; Block Noise Hidden Sight Just for a little while.
!Se trata de tener valor. De no huir, de confrontarlo, mirarlo a los ojos y enfrentar lo dificil. Pero es que es mucho mas sencillo sacarle la vuelta.
Sometimes i forget, to open my mind before my mouth. Sometimes i let trails of negative thoughts, just flow right on out. Sometimes i don't speak, but i merely spit harsh words.
There's a story behind everyone. One you cannot see. There's a story behind you. And there's a story behind me. Some may be nasty. Some may be kind. But they all shape us. With what we see and find.
When I was naive and the days were longer I was obliviously stronger My mind was younger and my love grew fonder I just didn't know...