Internal Monologue.
#semifictional. Internal monologue,. Mind racing,. Thoughts pacing,. A million,. Miles per hour,. A shower,. Of thoughts,. Makes my body. Contort,. Twist and. Writhe,. Fail to. Survive,. Switching.
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#semifictional. Internal monologue,. Mind racing,. Thoughts pacing,. A million,. Miles per hour,. A shower,. Of thoughts,. Makes my body. Contort,. Twist and. Writhe,. Fail to. Survive,. Switching.
Writing because I have no voice. Fighting my battles with my weapon of choice. Using my words but not using my mouth. I'm louder I find, with my words WRITTEN out.
My love for words just grow and grow The words I write just flow and flow I write for my very own pleasure Written with a mind full of treasure A voice speaks within my head I write them down as...
i have a story to tell but remain silent cant you see it in my eyes i want to shout it out i want the world to hear i am not insignificant i am me. i can make a difference.
There's the one I know, With a voice as near to music, As any voice I've ever heard now, except for yours.
You see me here But can you feel me. Now close your eyes Can you still see me. I'm screaming now But you can't hear me You run away But you don't fear me Don't I deserve Some time to shine.
There is so much poetry running through my veins screaming for attention exclaiming, write me write me write me down.
I never did seem to stand very tall or feel very proud. In a sea of people im just a nobody, a face in the crowd. Wanted to feel a worth just to not feel so worthless.
I. Instantly, I. Carefully, I. Place words, I. Pussy foot around herds, I. Summon dark friends, I. Love the game that never ends, I. Challenge the weakened souls, I.
We have days where we realise that nothing really matters. There is no plan. Everything just depends on how a person does it. And when we realise this, we realise that we need to be different.
I have strayed into the chaos of your dimension. Corrupted by your words of temptation. O puss, what have you done to me. Spoilt me an assortment, Of ballads & allegory.
I have this friend... Well I wasn't really his friend at first but he said he was mine and he just kinda followed me around all the time and I just kinda ignored him really and carried on with my...