This Is More
This is more than a pulse beneath my wrist or a beat beneath my ribs this is something that cant be given away.. because whats life for some is not right for some but either way we can overcome and not be killed by our own mistakes.. we cant let this be our death.. because our differences will be our expenses too relieve us and achieve something for us to believe.. we have been put up on the shelf its such a sad day when we need to save each other from ourselves.. rest assured that with a heart thats pure well be victorious and not let our hate get the best of us.
-stick to your guns-
i get alot of my inspiration to write by music, and experiences i face everyday of my life. i also write about unthinkable and unrealistic things, because if we had these things that are unimaginable and far from reality life would be totally different. words should be kept for all of time.
This is more than a pulse beneath my wrist or a beat beneath my ribs this is something that cant be given away.. because whats life for some is not right for some but either way we can overcome and not be killed by our own mistakes.. we cant let this be our death.. because our differences will be our expenses too relieve us and achieve something for us to believe.. we have been put up on the shelf its such a sad day when we need to save each other from ourselves.. rest assured that with a heart thats pure well be victorious and not let our hate get the best of us.
-stick to your guns-
i get alot of my inspiration to write by music, and experiences i face everyday of my life. i also write about unthinkable and unrealistic things, because if we had these things that are unimaginable and far from reality life would be totally different. words should be kept for all of time.
- Last seen on Aug 23 10:48 PM 2008. Member since March 25, 2005.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 31 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "just because you close your eyes, doesn't mean the world disappeares".
- I am a 18 year old girl from Nevada (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm trying to find a reason for human existence....and breathing in tahoe..
- I have 31 comments, 21 poems
My Poetry
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Tragedy. / You smell of lingering dishonesty and massacre. / A lacerated moon wouldn't show itself to you if it's wounds were stitched shut from rememberance. / Creation. / Your texture shades itself with melodies and
