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Do you ever wish You could have a blank page. Fresh and white and clean, Pure Spotless Blotless, each stain removed Sinking back into the parchment it had spoiled.
Within Tattered mindsets, pre-recorded joy. An ilustrious illusion of false elation brews. Cautiously observing routines of a daily reality. Never changing that predetermined fantasy.
#beginningline Unaware of what lurked in the darkness I was born screaming into this world of yours, innocence bleeding from every pore, wonder and illumination present, but more; a sense that...
Hello again, and today is Monday, January 7, 2013. I know that an upright citizen should have no evil thoughts, but we all have the demon inside of us.
(this is more words blasted down on paper, then reshaped to look like I'm not ranting or whatever hehe) A wise friend told me once the opposite of love isn't hate; That all the power is held with...
I may have broke a promise Just remember You broke yours too Don't get self-righteous It doesn't look good on you Some nights I would wish and hope and pray and Wish And hope and Pray That you...
The emotion of love is quite remiss, it can be mislead with just a kiss. Anger can be kindled by just a stare, to whom it hurts, it does not care.
I'm lost within the creases Of a faded map and falling In a controlled contortion, A slow death-spin At the mercy of gravity, And the sluggish, Hateful, steady Tick of every clock, The deceitful...
There was a girl, Who I so well knew. Come to think... She looked like you. I moved to escape, Her wit and charm. But you're just another cause for alarm. I packed up and left, Leaving but a note.
I'm surrounded by insanity. Everyone I know is completely mad, my friends, my enemies, my family, even I am as nutty as a loon.
The countless promises brought to nothing through that one word, goodbye, the actual lightness of the weight of relationship thats actually light mundane, existence, and the remorse from ones...
Standing on the brink, It may be hard to think. When things go out of sync, Gone before you blink. Standing on the brink, You feel you start to sink. The devil starts to wink, Is this it. Gone.
Do you understand, That feeling that you get, When one thing is for certain, And depression claims your bet.
There is a sense of invisibility when you’re denying yourself to be happy. It’s not by choice, no. It’s a sense of being completely worn out.
Lives are taken Without a moments thought What horrors we've wrought Inside of our hearts. People kill without reason This world is so crazy Things seem so hazy Is there ever clarity.
Look through the window at yourself and who you were. Look at your fashion, See your friends, Look inside that baby face and sweet, gentle heart. Look back more and see yourself being born.
This is for all the bruised and battered souls that roam here among us. Their anguished hearts of fury can cause such a fuss. I struggle with one of these broken spirits, my family she has shattered.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall Bound to steal the face of all Hanging like an open door A passageway forever more Mirror, mirror, open wide So all can see the world inside Full to the brim of joy...
Last night I had such a vivid dream I dreamt I was falling into a stream Not a real stream,a metaphorical sign Of falling,drowning in my mind I couldn't understand,what does it mean. Why was I...
the dying fear to touch a door to a stall that's locked. make sure the door is open. push. stand in front of the toilet and lock the greasy knob. sit. the plates cold.
When I'm alone, I'm often visited by the ghosts of my past. Some are happy and make me smile, Others reopen long-healed wounds and they are as sore as when they first bled.
It is 3 a.m. in the morning, and a storm is raging outside the apartment.
I live life as a sentence for a crime, from once, when I lived, upon a time. I stare out at what was, and realise what is, and wonder if I can be. I think back to memories, a time when I was not.
Missing smile This is the second part of my young memories. Be warned this one is going deeper in to my head, as the title suggests there won't be many smile's.