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midnight trashed manic; / it felt so cold / lost eyes bury hidden thoughts; / it felt so right. / a bottle of rage / (infecting my system) / altered thoughts and misconceptions / a night of lust / (a nig
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Living the superficial life, / A zombie to following the crowd, / A prisoner to peer pressure. / The world has become a place were individuality is lost, / And popularity is wanted by any cost. / I'm losing my
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Please Please Please.... / Drown me in a lake of blood from your pain / Hold me down under with not a second of air / I cant live without being beaten down / I have taken your life so now you can take mine / Living
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The love I had from you is now gone / The tears that you cried are now wiped away / Someone else took my place and now I live wondering why
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This is me, / I am who I am, / Beautiful outside, / But inside I'm sad. / I'm real / And I bleed. / This is, / Just me. / Outside I'm fine,
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Sweet summer sunshine / Glistening off of you / All the things you feel.. / And for a minute I can't / believe any of it was ever real / Wa
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I believe the sun is soon to set / Yet my skin still tingles from its warmth. / The summer garden which was once my passion / Has become overrun, the sundial cracked and crumbling / Its shadow stretched across
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Boring / Dull / No true friends / No friends that will treat me like the way I want to be treated / I've been nice to them / But they, just bully me / I wouldn't call them friends / I would call them idiots /
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We live for ourselves / and think what we want / We care only about us / and arent ashamed to admit it. / We act without reason / and speak without thinking. / We have meaningless hookups / and fuck over the peo
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Held inside,No escape,Bound down for who know's how long, / Held insie being torn apart,Pain the feeling of the holocaust, / Held inside until i die,Breathing not as i cry, / Held inside I cry alone,Look what you have d
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Poets / With pen and ink / Paint flowing word pictures / Of their lifes experiences / That stir
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True love comes in many forms, from daisies to roses with thorns.
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Who knows? / This is like a trip down memory lane, / though everything's not quite the same. / Laughing, smiling, joking around / Or happy not making a sound. / Waking up in the morning thinking of you, / hop
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I’m not saying that I’m a saint. I’ve got my own transgressions.
And I admit that mine are probably worse than yours, despite my first imp
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I wonder if you know exactley how much you mean to me, / Not a moment passes when I am not thinking of you in some way, / If I'm truly hone
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Grace loved to make us happy
She'd laugh and dream with us
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Luscious newborn blossoms
Raining from the dawn
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How sudden death, the thief of youth / the crook of time, the thug of life / have porched upon our aching roofs / then spat a share of thor
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This is a home, away from dear home.
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I'm not an english native speaker, I'm a student at the faculty of arts and humanities in tunisia, kairouan. This is my first year of engl
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11 lines,
on Apr 2 1:47 PM 2007. In Love, Life.
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The flow on this is supposed to be broken in places, as I wanted to emphasise the cut-off point between life and death. The flow does stop
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Mirror of You
Wishing for so many things
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He displays his violent temper. I shrink back and whimper .
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Just lies we tell and how they take thier toll on us.
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I'm thinking I want this to be, but I'm not sure you quite get me.
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Jane was pure as water Her heart was un-touched
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writen by two people.... with the same story.
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Hey! Am Jackie Brown My colour is black
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"Don't fondle my trigger then blame my gun." Right? Isn't that what he used to say...
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Dance and Playing on tip toes.
Round and round you go.
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Two veins of silver smoke gently vibrate, they touch..
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I am brushing her hair back She turns into the light
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it happens once, happned again,
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In death do thy part with such sweet sorrow, Freedom of agony, and these horrid visions of torment.
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She’s dressed to kill in her stilettos In charge of everything you let go.
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19 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 8 5:03 AM 2007. In Life.
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Kiss the glass goodbye Look
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As the year comes to an end Memories from her past
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life goes dark only if you let it.
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