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The peace of home, My balanced own Where I can hide And long inside, Without the fear Of being hurt By those most dear, I can invert.
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The peace of home, My balanced own Where I can hide And long inside, Without the fear Of being hurt By those most dear, I can invert.
SWISH. I can see the stars, SWISH. And now I see the grass.. With only the sound of wind against my back. I travel going high, then I go low, On this swing of life.
He sat and marvelled at an Auburn sky,. as one day comes another dies,. The day is gone We'll never get it back,. As one man cheers another cries,. Yet He possesses everything we lack,.
Follow the path To a quiet spot Pick a dry fallen tree To rest upon Turn the music up Keep warm with his sweatshirt Open to a blank page Of the story of your emotions Take out your sharpened...
They say "opposites attract" but I think people like us fall in love with people like us. We fall in love with ourselves. I think it takes more than just anyone to be with one of us.
Sparked, and burning, a misty blue haze. Accompanying moods as I drift through the days. Lingering dreams cast a veil on my sight. As I lean back and stare through my murky worlds light.
Sleeplessness leaves me in thought After every weary day; The friendship that I so long sought Has drifted far away.
Nobody knows me, not even me I'm the one running round shouting let me be free The truth is a different reality But I'll keep it inside, let nobody see I surprise myself with my state of...
#acrostic Can you say you are complete.
Do you really think you know me. Do you know what I'm about. Well I guess you see a part of me, The part that I want to let out. Why do you need to know. You might not like what you see.
I don't like writing much. It's ironic, as I place a strong emphasis on grammar and words of three or more syllables.
I began to cry Saturday evening. I cried until midnight. I wrote several letters but they never spelled out right.
This poem was inspired a while back by a poem by #Blueblotts, who has since vanished from the Opussing world.
I'm one of those people who are quiet and keep there feelings in, and keep them in until I can't any more. Until I run into a room and search for pen and paper and them scribble to my hearts content.
An all too familiar resignation of care. A breif whisper of nostalgia.. Thoughts relapsed and allowed me to diagress as the harsh southernly wind lashed at my brow.
#fiction. Stand there and watch,. Whilst I fall apart,. Ripping myself to shreds,. Like destruction is a form of art,. Watch me fall,. Don't walk on by,. Stand, be the audience,.
Dear Future Me,. I hope your life is well. I hope you're still on earth. I hope you're not in hell. I hope everything is good, in sickness and in health.
This poem is sort of a tribute to all the people, places, songs and ideas that have inspired me throughout the years. Some are direct quotes, others more abstract.
#acrostic. #serious. Roaming around, lost in my thoughts. Every time thinking of ones I'd not bought. Level headed do I stay, not following a set path. Instead I wander lost, trying to do the math.
I need to fix my broken smile, And learn to laugh again. It's been broken for a while, It's been a sad and growing trend. I need to fix my broken heart, And learn to love again.
Right at the end You change your mind You separated friends I think you'll find "Where was you?" I'll get tomorrow I'll have to go in But can't face their sorrow I'm told people were bitching That...
#acrostic My dearest friend, it's been a while, Eves of many from that smile. Let me know what you adore, Are you the same as long before. Now more than ever, do you feel alive.
We all have stories to tell, just like you told me yours. I gave you my full attention.
There's a monster in the mirror. Looking back at me. It's eyes locked on mine. Refusing to break free. There's a monster in the mirror. It's gruesome beyond compare.