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Do you ever feel left out standing in a room, all alone. -Even if many people are around, could be your friends or family. Do you ever feel not part of anything, not there, as if you don't exist...
Listen to my words. Read them aloud. See them written on the page. See them written on a cloud. Words are of beauty. Of magic too. Words can change everything. But could also break you.
and when you sob. and carve society on your hip. crying. saying you're in love with sadness. it pisses me off. because I'm actually sad. all the time. and have been since I could really think.
Here I am just 21 years young, Still healthy and high strung. I'm smiling from ear to ear, A weight held lifted earlier this year.
"Dreaming is what we came to do, if dreams are wishes, it will come true..." ~ yikici (I'm not sure if you are allowed to quote yourself here, but I thought what the heck -I don't do so so often.
My get up and go, has got up and went; Working 'til I drop. The never ending cycle of living, whenever will it stop. The winds of change blow upon my face, Teasing me with fresh delights.
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.
If you dance with the devil then you're gonna get burned If you don't understand the moves how will you ever learn.
I'd like to write a poem A poem that rhymes ok But when I try, I fail my task And miserably say 'Why can't I write a poem the one that's meant to rhyme.
#acorn Is this it. Is this all.
It starts, It starts with something small. It grows, It grows slowly, but tall. It battles, It battles on every crossroads it lands. It wins, It wins with every punch of it's little, tiny hands.
Theres a light in the darkness. Its getting closer too. When it reaches my heart then all will be good again. Now im grey and tired. Soggy and dried out. But ive found it never helps to pout.
#oldvsnew. #freeform. I used to think things through and nobodies feelings got hurt. But now I don't think and now I'm alone. I used to be careful and no one got hurt.
Sometimes I have my 'up' days where I almost wonder what was ever wrong. *rarely.
Love Is an Unexplainable Word Do we know love. Do we think we have loved. How do we know we have loved. Having different sectors: Eros Agape Philia Storge How do we know what love is.
A boulevard of memories, And every house: a hope, Walking down and wishing true, I wonder how I cope.
Sometimes we have good days, and sometimes we have bad days. Forget about the bad times, they're not important anymore. What has happened, has happened, and there is no way that we can change that.
Like a child crying in the corner; My spirit in the corners of my mind, Howls from all the tears and disorder, Answers to this guilt I cannot find.
We were in the wrong place at the wrong time Clutching onto false hope, There was never a real chance for you to be mine. So I bid goodnight to good nights And to sweet dreams.
#acrostic. Come to me, old enemy mine, I shall welcome you a while. Overdue, a chat with you; my behaviour you defile. Make me pay in every way for our antics through the night.
[C] oming to this place of mine, hidden in the woods [O] pen field surrounded by trees, where the sad turns into good [M] y senses are alert, watching life walk by.
#acrostic #rant Compared to what is your life really bad. Or is it just that you enjoy this act of being sad.
I don't like writing much. It's ironic, as I place a strong emphasis on grammar and words of three or more syllables.
One's principle or knowledge cannot always be best expressed in words but expressed in the choices we makes in life In time we shape our lives and we shape ourselves.