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I don’t want to be quiet anymore, (that really bothers me.) I want to fill the silences and make people smile. I don’t want to be lost anymore.
We live in a world Where we take so much. We need more, more, more. Always more. Never enough. They say it's enough, But is it really? Can we ever be satisfied? Do we own our possessions,
"You are so young, you have so much time" Never mixed well with "Life is short." So I never poured my time in a hot bucket Sitting in the sun as it evaporates into the last place I wanted it to go--
Pen. Paper. Thoughts. Words. Feelings. Unfinished trains of thought. Wants. Needs. Desires. Plans. All lie within the space between My poetry and me.
She with the lion's mane- She with her head in the clouds had always been one to suppress her thoughts in hopes to just fade in the crowds. As she grew, as she learned
Maslow's Hierarchy is a pyramid of needs It explains everything a human being needs in their life in order to live a full, healthy life To help fully understand the severity of these things, think of us as a flower
All I need Is a sweet summer breeze A melody singing in my head A beat flowing through my body Lyrics both clean and naughty Neverending even in bed A rhythm flows through me
I have this friend that I am useless without. I know, I know, Friends are not meant to last forever. But this one sorta does.
Stop me if you’ve heard this before, girl meets boy learns to love. You never learn to love yourself
In order to survive, You need love, Water, Shelter, Food. But what if you don't have that? What if you're stranded on an island? You'd need to make with what you got.
I need college cash (break) And for that, I need scholarships (break) Please give me money
What is it to need something? Some people describe it as what you need to be happy. Others so that your heart keeps drumming. I, however, describe it as intangible. What I need may also be what I want
Is it not, the days we look up and ask for what we want, the days we beg for the thing that taunts, a common ideal we flaunt? But what if, all alone, the things we want aren't
Is it really love? Or is it desperation and loneliness possibly? Hearts are so... Minds are: Numb. Baraged. Attacked. Is it really love? Happiness?
You know I wrote a whole poem not more than two seconds ago what a shame I let it go i wish I could rewrite it
If I could drink my tears, I’d no longer be thirsty. If they would quench the fire, I’d no longer be burning. If they would wash away the worms, I’d no longer be hurting.
It was late at night
I hate you
happiness is a scary thing. it can be taken so easily, ripped away from your grasp, snatched away from your clutch when you’re already so comfortable, so accustomed.
There are some days when all I see is the color grey. Full of smoke, full of smog Full of emptiness in the world that's sorrounded with disgusting fog. You feel it, so do I
I have a want inside meNot for anything in particularJust a want, a need, eating away inside me
The problem is that people can only speak with oneMouth. Most people will only listen to a person a single time.