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I remember the smell. His hand against my mouth The dirt and grease That will always be lodged in my memories
Sweet treachery on a night of drought, And no, I did not see the billow coming. I held no thirst or thoughts about The sounds of soft waves drumming.
The body we live in, is not what matters but the spirit and mind of what we gather. Shape and size is not what we should rely, but our inner personality and strengths in ones eyes. Nor our own looks or disguise,
Can you hear me? Are you listening? Good. I just need to say thank you Impossibly high social standards, Cookie cutter people Who try to force me Into a cookie cutter shape - A simple square,
I wanna float on Lighter fluid, I want to watch the fire dance around me, I want to be lighter fluid, Cause the mess I'm in is heavy. Life doesn't slow down, Won't slow down for anyone.
Deep, Dark, Consuming, Out of reach to others. Thinking, searching, not finding, the answers that are needed. There is only one place, trustworthy, safe, and unknown. Your mind is yours,
Black, transparent, blue or red,Fancy, yes they are, for heaven's sake.Strange it is to see you stare,O' Common!
Imagine this huge castle- and in this castle, you’re the king. Or a queen or whatever. But there’s nobody to serve you- and yet you’re happy to be alone and rule a world entirely your own.
Mad, sad, glad, is always the right time for Chocolate. I am the flavor of all love, of all rejoice, and all morn. I give people the fulfilling feeling in their tummies
"Pursue your dreams!" chippered voices encourage as mine pleads for guidance, "Just do what you love." Easier said than done in a restless world where every tune is heard except the one within.
I'm no good with poetry as it's an art that is felt rather than seen. I'm not one for feeling. I'd rather stare at my ceiling and not feel much at all.
Locked in a Cage where the walls aren't there Free to roam the roads but they all lead nowhere Always walking to find Where the Butterfly roams
I am homeless though I have a home. I have never spent a night at my permanent address. It is my mom’s house, but not my home. I am homeless though I have a home. I have a room on campus;
Why do I feel so alone yet I steadily push people away I say what I feel at the moment yet don't mean what I say in my heart But my world is ripping apart from everywhere and everything
I strive for any sense of sanity my body has left
Do you know what it feels like....
When your vision distorts And ragged breath is the only audible sound Ears are pouring out discrimination Because for once, twice, or more they can no longer be chided
No one knows what to expect at birth. I didn’t choose this life, life choose me It's just meant to be. No one can choose, I had to learn to adapt It was either that, or end up on my back.
If I want to Change My perspective on the world I must change myself
Who would’ve known that three little letters could screw you up? It’s like a mad scientist grabbed you from behind, took out your brain and injected it with steroids
Who am I to accuse and judge a life? So many find pleasure in judging mine Dealing with so many different kinds of strife Fighting hard to find a little peace in time
Where is the feeling? The absence of loaded words
I’m supposed to be different. Evil and much darker. Traits that seem absent. In this bitter but sweet disaster. With genes like these, My fate nearly sealed. Lonely and furious, Rotten and concealed. Apple of his eye, From deep trampled fear. Does
The words envelope me, Comfort me, Free me, And let me speak without saying a word. Each sylabl ringing, clearing my mind, and rolling off my tongue with every annouciation.
bounding on the river, while I had my thoughts about "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For" a summer and a winter life; its fogs from frosts in the spring,
In my dreams, I awake from reality , And escape to my fourth dimension, Where I find peace and clarity, And run away with good intention. In my dreams, No one can stop me,
Fantasy…Reality All the world is a stage And all the people the actors All the world is a game And all the people the players.