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Yes I miss them. Of course I do. Do I make them proud. No, what have I done. They do not see change, they will not let me grow. I miss there faces and the constant noise. The mention of there names.
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Yes I miss them. Of course I do. Do I make them proud. No, what have I done. They do not see change, they will not let me grow. I miss there faces and the constant noise. The mention of there names.
No truth can cure the sadness we feel from loosing the loved one. No truth no sincerity no strength no kindness can cure that sorrow!.
I haven't actually written a new poem since December when my dad left us for the last time. I feel I always write when I'm extremely affected by an even but I guess nothing's really going on.
I gave you everything. You showed me that you cared, I thought you cared. If I knew that in the end you would end up ignoring me you wouldn't even know my name.
First year Arts has come to an end, and I have found within me that I have rushed in to college too fast.
She's alive. But ever so careless, defusing world's and catering the negativity. The craters on the moon are her most favored.
There's a time limit, ticking away quietly in the background. I've tried to ignore it but I'm acknowledging it more and more with each passing day.
Dull. Grey, lifeless, boring, so utterly dull. There was no point in looking outside of my bubble. Then this streak of colour cracked my bubble piece by piece.
Spartan kick the dog that stares at you while you eat!.
I look at him, and say to myself, "happiness, he is my happiness." my mother looks at him and says to herself," thats my little girls' love." my father looks at him and says to himself, " that dirty...
Wish there was a button that could just turn off my thoughts before I went to bed. I think and think and think for hours. It's a nightmare. Pardon the pun..
Tough day at work,busy as hell good to get home and relax :).
I simply adore when rain is falling as I turn in, it adds an otherworldly element to the alchemy of sleeping & in turn, dreaming..
If you love someone, truly, deeply and honestly, then you should be able to trust them. Who cares if they've made a mistake in the past.
I saw this engaged couple in youtube and i am really jealous of their relationship... I mean they look good together... They GET each other like they know each other for so many years...
Aren't recent, they're from about a year ago when I was feeling rather lonely and was living alone, missing a guy I'd only seen for a few months.
What is the colour of the smell of rain?.
Imagine that instant burst of chill rushing through your senses. Imagine the air on your back erecting like a goalpost..
Today I realized that if my heart was a stereo it would have Bruce Springsteens "No Surrender" on repeat..
My motto, for life. 'never regret, never forget' It seems wrong, but try it, it works..
I place to be heard, maybe. A place for a lonely soul like myself to find a meaning... Maybe?.
"graffiti which is constructed by a spray can is considered as elegal because the <<taggers>> do it on others properties, but when.
Not long after I posted my previous opuss, I received the incentive I needed to leave the office - security kicked me out so that they could lock up and go home....
The toughest love is one that is close, but that could just as well been on the far side of the galaxy....