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I came home that night smelling of rain and cigarette smoke and teenage love so deep, set into my pores like the ink on my skin.
Hope flickers inside, A wonderful noise builds within, Dawn rises, life begins.
I feel confliced I feel lost I feel constricted Where have my hopes gone? I have lost my guidence I have lost my touch My heart and brain have a crashed alliance
Finding ways to get things throughAllowing them to finally be trueAn expression of fear and doubtBeing able to let things outCreating a work of artFrom a rough startI was set freeAnd allowed to be me
Packing is always the first step. What to take? What to leave? Too much stuff. not near enough time. I've only got five minutes, and once I'm gone I have to stay gone. Fumble. Rush. T-shirts. Underpants.
I started to belive at the age of fifteen ,
Everything has a beginning, a point when the energy starts to course. But all things, good and bad, must at some point reach their demise. Or so we are told from an early age.
is this how it should be just like you said it would be
I feel most alive on the US-15 with my mother, my father, and my puppy.
As our eyes meet we become lost in time How you grab my hand when I was lost as your tight hugs were a reminder that you were here for me
His eyes are unsettling, a deep brewing ocean. And the waves in them roll Over and over again in my mind like marbles against my fingers, His hair lay in knots but perfectly calculated knots
Time went by Her heart was left in her home town The college would be her new home
An overwhelming year I graduate highschool then I enter college, indescribable fear I'm leaving my dear friends behind as I encounter new ones All these thoughts invade my mind, art in my head, the Renaissance
There was a time where ive been thought it all, Up and down the streets were graffiti up the wall, On my own from the age of five, Some way some how i had to find a way to survive,
My walls are coming down It’s inevitably happening Not all at once, like Jericho, Rather brick by brick Chip by chip Plink, Plink--I hear the echo In my soul I feel brand new
Out of Sight. Out of Mind. sometimes it’s hard to find the paradise I had in mind I fight with all my might and I’m still here. You’re still there. Out of Sight. Still in Mind.