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We met in 2007 Neither of us were ready I was with another You were still so young Two years went by You grew so much But I did not know I took you begrudgingly Years passed, we aged And I grew...
The moon and the sun Were quite a difficult pair. They didn't see eye to eye, Opinions were something they didn't share. The two both came From the same space.
[a weird bedtime story or something] I stand in the crossroads. I stare at the sky and see - its another half is Winter's and the other is Spring's.
After I finish watching the movie... #nightdwellers #beginningline The promises died in his icy white breath, The golden sun rose, Signaling his soon death. The man in the top hat turned up the heat.
Eyes, you are banned From seeing anymore. I am sick of these heart skips, At every slam of every door. Ears, no more listening Out for pretty voices.
School kids all around. Crashing agains my innards. Hopefully learning their lessons. Once in a while, visiting my yard. Over and over I'm painted. Luckily it hides graffiti. Don't have a mind.
Im lying here, a broken doll My dress all torn and worn I got chucked back here months ago In a pile of prickly thorns My owner didn't want me She grew up fast through the years Im lying here so...
Somewhere to go. Under the light. Never feel hurt. Let me shine bright. If I'm alone, you. Greet my face. How I miss your. The warm embrace, but. Moonlight comforts me. Once sunlight is gone.
Have you seen miss Glutton, love. Who breaths in food from god above. Screams and wails, she's hungry, dove. Have you seen miss Glutton. Will you visit Mrs. Wrath. Whose seething anger boils baths.
I am the barren tree,. All the leaves have fallen - vacated,. I stand tall yet lonely,. I feel bare, completely naked,. Hundreds of years old I am,. The wise old lonely oak,.
I am the rain,. I live in the clouds,. I'm wet and miserable,. Bringing rain to the crowds,. Sometimes a little sprinkle,. Sometimes a quick shower,. Sometimes Im here all day,.
I am the winters snow,. I can be gentle or a flurry,. I'm icy cold I'm freezing,. Turning the temperature down in a hurry,. I lay my blanket on the earth,. A blanket of white crisp snow,.
I am the wind,. I am the breeze,. I rip through,. The luscious trees,. I howl and whistle,. I growl and gripe,. I rattle your windows,. On stormy nights,. I change shape,. I twist and twirl,.
I am the solitary sun,. My home is in the blue sky,. I share it with the moon and stars,. And the clouds where the angels fly,. My job is to light your day,. To guide you through with my beams,.
Grey day Black night Sun and Moon Hide out of sight. Clouds dominate Cover stars Sulking giants Leaving scars. But they are sad They cry rain To fill rivers and lakes and oceans Again.
Hello my name is Loss, and I bend backs, and snap necks, and dance between the fingertips of dead bodies.
Wikapedia -I know everything. Google-I have everything. Facebook-I know everyone. Twitter-I am so up to date. Opuss-I am the best at writing. Psykopaint-I am the best at painting.
Hey Mr. Moon, why the long face. Whatever is the matter, Did you fall from grace. Hey Mr. Moon, nice craters and dust. Your contours so edgy, Like handmade pie crust. Hey Mr.
Hello mister moon In your darkened sea Looking down at me and grinning...
The big lemon moon rose high above the clouds It's soft glow the only light All the children tucked up in bed Hiding from the night The lemon moon was lonely He was jealous of the sun For the night...
Sitting by the surgery Hearing words like 'Clear!' and 'Stable!' I would save them all, my dear, If only I was able. I've saved a few, let others die, I've watched some praise and others cry.
''Rights for hair, rights for hair. Freedom from this torture, This is far from fair. WE WANT RIGHTS FOR HAIR. We will not abide anymore, We won't do as we're told.
Winter has intruded into cool February air Leaving kisses in a blanket To tuck the snowdrops back to sleep.
First period, Sally sits on me, Does her work consistently, Never smiles, Never laughs. I let my mind ponder why, But then I relapse. It's not my business, Just my thoughts.