"All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience. "
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
~~*FEEL THE MOMENT*~~
I Am a Wandering Poet In Training!
"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
I'll stay here only because my destiny requires I do so, but i cant wait to go home......
I HAVE BEEN ~GIVEN~ THE "GREATEST" JOB OF ALL~
~STRIVE~FOR~PERFECTION~
This world is our classroom, and we are our Teachers.
Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!
A POEM:
Trapped inside my own head
With nothing but my own fevered dreams to comfort me.
I know the pain of the madman;
He lives inside of me.
I've felt the strength of demons
And the weakness of self- preservation.
And hope. Hope.
Hey, parents, do you know where your kids are tonight?
Are they locked away inside of themselves?
Are their minds slipping away?
Mama hen, mama hen . . .
The fox has taken your baby again.
Precious minds are a shame to waste
Memories are forgotten in haste.
I am losing all that is me . . .
Yet gaining something entirely different.
Something that acts like an animal
And speaks like God.
Comforts me like a best friend
And loves me like its child.
I am its child.
An innocent brat, ready for its teachings.
Ready to do what is told to me.
Believing all that is said to me.
Taking in all.
And living off of my fevered dreams
unknown
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
~~*FEEL THE MOMENT*~~
I Am a Wandering Poet In Training!
"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
I'll stay here only because my destiny requires I do so, but i cant wait to go home......
I HAVE BEEN ~GIVEN~ THE "GREATEST" JOB OF ALL~
~STRIVE~FOR~PERFECTION~
This world is our classroom, and we are our Teachers.
Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!
A POEM:
Trapped inside my own head
With nothing but my own fevered dreams to comfort me.
I know the pain of the madman;
He lives inside of me.
I've felt the strength of demons
And the weakness of self- preservation.
And hope. Hope.
Hey, parents, do you know where your kids are tonight?
Are they locked away inside of themselves?
Are their minds slipping away?
Mama hen, mama hen . . .
The fox has taken your baby again.
Precious minds are a shame to waste
Memories are forgotten in haste.
I am losing all that is me . . .
Yet gaining something entirely different.
Something that acts like an animal
And speaks like God.
Comforts me like a best friend
And loves me like its child.
I am its child.
An innocent brat, ready for its teachings.
Ready to do what is told to me.
Believing all that is said to me.
Taking in all.
And living off of my fevered dreams
unknown
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- I am a 26 year old woman (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm wandering through this life trying to do whats right, spending all my time trying NOT to lose my mind.
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