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What's your name.
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What's your name.
The hour long lesson dragged on. Social Science was found in the oldest block of the school, quite ironic for Modern Studies. The teacher was old, decrepit and a hunchback.
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
I can often sing myself to sleep. Or sometimes I can count those sheep, jumping over that wall. One. Two. And three.
Take a walk with me through the rain, we'll see. Whether we can find a way. Though the clouds may burst, And you know the worst. Try thinking, of a brighter day. It would be nice never to be on my...
And you're the poison in my veins,. And you're the stuff that always stains,. And you're the light that blinds my eyes,. And you're the truths behind my lies,. And you're the void inside my lungs,.
I’m crushed between your palms. My essence is that of a piece of paper creased and re-creased a thousand times during different moods. Ripped edges from the days of nervous twitches.
Big surprise, I'm a lost cause in this crazy world. Big surprise, you're camera shy, keeping out of sight Big surprise, and who knew, you'd be the one.
50 little questions.
Floating leaves of purple and green, Resting upon the silent stream. Moonlight kisses own reflection, Beaming virtual separation. Silk satin threads cover the chest, With hues of grayish sentiments.
The relief at my collapse is eternal,. Relax, the webs of emotion turned to train tracks in my mind,. Tumbling thoughts rolling, steaming into a brightened, flaming abyss of remembered desire,.
Black as night. Clear as day. Can be found. In 3 different ways. Look in the river. And there you'll see. The reflection of your heart. As plain as can be. Take a deep breath. And you'll find.
Do you ever Think of me When time is right Or there's a sight to see. Do you ever Wonder about I If I like cherries Or why I hate pie. Do you ever Dream of me How you believe We should be.
I am lemon sour, Sarcasm and spice, Nettle, thorn of flower, Anything but nice, I am cold, dry humour, Menthol sting on mint, Salt and ice with luck of dice, Are you getting the hint.
There's a shark's tooth on my wrist, Lying next to a small blue heart, Once a tiny green snake looked up and hissed, When everything just fell apart, The stars and moons shine a little brighter, But...
What would earth be with no angels. What would life be without friends. What would life be without family. What would life be without adventures. What would life be without dreams.
Your words touch My soul so hard Many Times' it feels like Your words are about My Life How Can You know My pain so Well Your poems leave Me breathless at times Your words take the edge if My pain My...
By nature I am a fiction writer, so if you're reading this, you may be wondering precisely why I have written this. Well, I need to introduce myself. I need to show what it is that makes me who I am.
How many times have we said the same things. Ended up on the same battlefield taking the same old swings. Tell me if you'd still fall at my feet if I didn't have your heart in my hand.