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They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, And being apart from somelike you has made my mind wander. I am constanty wondering what you are doing during this time,
Is it possible that I do What you do To make me do What I do? I wonder. Could anyone feel The way I feel
I strive to know more. The Future is a dark abyss. The unknown motivates.
Person? Dead soul? Even have a soul? No one. I am no one. This is me- no- No. This isn’t me. Who am I?!
I wonder about things beyond our atmosphere But sadly, gravity demands that I must stay here I wonder about the many phenomenons that I can’t comprehend
Battle angel, battle angel, hear my cry to charge, I'm ready to have faith in you, don't leave me here alone, In perfect rhythm, marching out, they come for me at large,
help me,I want to dieI want that knifeI want the lasting peace I hate meI hate how I have everything,and I still feel like dyingI hate how I cant love her enough
If the streets could scream we would hear them say Our history bleeds and reveals the world at play The little children running in fear With adults yelling in their ears "You were born the wicked race"
Dear future, If only my eyes can wonder into the unknown and unlock the mysteries to be known. Why, you are a master at keeping secrets and a bad person at letting them go.
Dear No One, I have been roaming not living, Seeing but not listening, Sleeping but not dreaming sweet dreams, Honest but not truthful, Cunning but not sly, Shy but not disrespectful,
Fallen in love with things unseen Culture I have adored People I'v never met before Inspired beyond reward Trapped in this selfish humanity Gated we'll always be
Dear Death, Why are you so unpredictable? You can strike with little-to-no warning, or you can lay dormant for years. You'll wait in the shadows until something
dear future me, what the future holds, i do not know, for there is still so much to learn i know of so many feelings that i have yet to yearn
You can never be sure of the changes. They start with gentle probing, a smile less straighter, a hand too big. The progress begin to grow, weeds in the cemented parts of a sidewalk.
my day-dream dresses like you. i just thought you ought to know; nothing i am is true. this stupid mask is all for show; sometimes i can barely see through. right now i can't even make the words flow,
I used to fear What I didn't know I used to worry About my future I used to cringe At the thought of love I used to think All guys Were the same Then you Came around
They say you see someone’s soul Through their eyes I see their souls In the money they Slide into my jacket
It is awfully hard to pick a fight with something that you can not see or reason with. All my life, the one thing that I have never seen, the one thing to which I have not been formally introduced.
I cant breathe! YOUR world suffocates me. YOUR world, Yes! YOUR world because You have never made me feel welcomed in it. Am very much the alien, lost in YOUR world. Never ceasing to remind me that I am different.
It was a rule I broke that would lead me to find a person who was actually kind. A person I barely know, and has had the courtesy to say "Hello". Countries away we are and yet with social media
I was soft, vulnerable Turned hard and worn The toughened exterior Protected me Until others peeled back the layers And saw me there Afraid to move forward Stuck in place.
You hang around the living room And lay around the bedroom. And you run through small, tiny, microscopic parts of my body,
One day, the veil was blown away. And I saw Him, like the flowers in May. His eyes were bright, deep,
Padded locks lining the door frame, Keeping the monsters outside at bay. Attempting constantly to have monsters tamed,
I know how to smile I know how to lie I know how to hide I know how to act I know to fake pride But there are too many things I keep hidden Another side you won't see
I have grown to hate my grandfather. I have grown to hate my grandfather. I have grown to hate his smile. I have grown to hate his smile that used to greet me with such kindness and authority.
Adventure comes with opportunity,Opportunity comes with the unknown,The unknown needs faith. Taking steps with faith will lead to new doors,New opportunities, and new adventures.You just have to be brave enough to see it.
It makes me sad that no one will ever know how I sound to me. I think I sound better that way. But I will never be able to sound that way to others. I feel like my voice isn't me.
Chasing for a deeper meaning behind the twinkling lights above just as the man who stands inches away.
Humans and stars. Stars and humans. Both mysteries only known by one.
The unknown is what we all fear Oblivion, nothing, an endless dark path we all fear that there will be nothing after this that once we die we are gone forever
"The terror rises higher The chasm grows wider The poison of a viper The eyes of a tiger The unseen sniper The victim of a striker The story of a writer The click of a lighter
I tried to embrace myself with happiness,the long run had just startedsince the day I decided to changeand lose the old me forever.
wanting to have true friends but none are true enough to be one wanting to get in love and to be loved but gifted with none of the above
Trapped in a beautiful reality, Twirling my Mobius strip. Walking on burning fallacy, Standing on the edge of spontaneity, I flip into the abyss— blinded by the power of silence
Soon, I’ll be away from all of this:
Is this the life I was meant to live? Is it supposed to be like this?
I type words and write letters I listen to sad songs and sing along I thought by now that I'd be better I know now that I was wrong Don't say you're over me when you're not
My life became a
I never knew strength until you held me in
The man behind the photo is unknown his true nature are within the pixles of a picture his facial expression like the cover of a book
That shy girl
I wasn't able to believe exactly what I was looking at.
Who am I? That's the name of a great song
The Mystery of the Dark - Not knowing what comes next Or what has already come to pass.
Do I know what I'm talking about? Am I filling myself with self doubt? As I wonder around an empty loft I feel a phantom cough; I do not know who I am I do not know what's going on
What am I? Some may say a human-being. But.. I lack emotion on my surface, but it swells in my core. I laugh with this generation, but I do not chuckle inside.
Two years ago I had to climb the same wall Only thicker this time And right now I am torn between Climbing it Or watching it stand strong Regardless of what lies behind If I do climb it
Love is a unique feeling, It is beautiful and mysterious, Sometimes it is easy, Other times it is not, If you don't give it a chance you will never know, Love is the unknown.
All we know is that it hurts, it hurts to tell the truth it hurts to be left alone in the unknown like a broken toy or as if your date never showed up at your booth.
A poem inspired the Funerary Stele of Zezen-Nakhet
I feel as though life is racing past me and i am powerless to stop it. I'm trapped in a sea of emotions with no purpose. Who am i you ask? I am the average girl who almost had a future.
I must be a ghost. Oh, how they walk through me. It's like I'm invisible, And no one hears my screams. It's a lifetime story, But I hate those shows. There's things in the world,
I walked along the Forest trail not knowing where it would take me. All I knew was to head into the Unknown.
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
Sweeping the floor, glide on feet that mock us He comes prowling the streets when dusk has slain itself into midnights hour. He stands a shadow of slate against ebony
H appine ss unknown to us as promising as GNIHTON as obtainable as air
Get me out of here. I’m afraid of what could happen. The mistakes, The silver gleam, The blood, The pain… I’m afraid of what I might do. I’m afraid of Myself.
"Who Will Understand"In the light of his eyesLet him tell me no more lies
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
Before I end my sentence, Listen for once. Breathe through your heart, feel through eyes, and sing with an open mind.
Life of a bully oh how it must be to have people cower all over your feet Storming and raging, even the skies are afraid of who ever would come across you and your rage
I watch as the bird flaps her wingsPropelling herself accross a distanceShe lands on a flower, delicate and whiteBreathing in the aroma, relishing the chanceThe dove, she flies around again
Yesterday was great, Full of fun and laughter And opening of the realistic eyes Meant to see beyond The fallacy of empty judgments.
Ran Through the White Fog Selected Lined with a decorated past Finding new sights with old eyes Your courage is tested
come find me cause im all alone mourn with me
My dream job is managing a restaurant I love all the different types of smells that come out of a kitchen
There's no jobs labelled in neat letters that fit me,
My dream job? I want to be a fighter. I want to do something meaningful, stand up for something worth fighting for. Lawyers, they don't get much respect nowadays, always looked down upon,
In this world of darkness, my secrets are my own though others try to know them they'll forever be unknown...
Sitting here alone in the darkness of the night,
To touch another, oh, how I long to feel his skin against mine, if only to finally know
I turned a corner and found her asleep. Her body motionless, like an unborn sheep, Hair splayed across the floor, like seaweed washed ashore, skin pale like the moon, lips drained of life.
Three graves alone in a cemetary the only thing remarkable is they are wood, not stone. Three dead people Though no one knows who Their names long lost the wood that bore them once
The elegance dripped from her body onto her toes, as if someone had taken and lifted her above and beyond my world. Had draped beauty over her soft spoken words and slowly released all her pain until there was no more.
Dead man walking Sentened by the boss Look who's talking Sorry for the loss Dead man walking We'll get there somehow But where are we now? Let's get rolling
Dear Mrs. C, So, I'd like to say I feel bad for you. For there is more to see,
I just want to run, run, run.
Stumble on the veins of my fingertips and feel the throbbing beats that lingers from my fingertips to my chest. Can you feel the sensation of the chill that staggers inside? Striving for warmth
How deep can the depths of your heart go?How many things do you hide that you've wanted to show?You bottle it up and swallow your pride.You cover it up when it's clear that you've cried.Let your heart tell your mind what you've wanted to say.Let i
Can't believe this is my final yearI'm going to get home sick so where's the cureI'm at a stop like lights with a deerI'm on a long road and it's only just begun
Not every day do you see a place like this Some call it a hole, others an abyss It appears to be a gateway to Hell Those who fall into it have a story to tell
You do realize a have a life, right? Status quo, all about the numbers, Make up this and that, Submit one or the other, Take time to... Think about my life.
"thank you for flying!" seatbelt latches snap open briefcases are hoisted into the air a ruddy-cheeked boy's hand is yanked into the aisle all at once containment is impossible
Will it come to pass me by or will it never come at all Will it come with my sorrows or will it come with my family's sorrows I ask myself this everyday for you never know when it'll be your last
I laid everything out so plainly I delivered the maps and counted the steps Marked the spot with the proverbial ‘X’ and yet here you stand With no sense of direction, looking to me for guidance
Is anybody out there,
I remember one morning I sat on the porch and played with my dolls Gritty sand of the ground In my teeth Under my nails I remember looking up There was a man walking down the road
She cried black tears , she can feel the blood in her heart freeze over As her breathing gets slower the cuts get deeper, scared with memories Of his hands striking her face, helpless no escape , even though shes a
My dreams don't have to come true, But I really want them to. Just to be with you, And share a love, let's do. Instead, I am still alone; your feelings I have never known.
I tend to get scared when I think about my life. What happens when it just ends? I've never really believed in a god or an after life. All of that just seems silly and make believe.
I've got a secret that I keep to myself, it burns when I see you, and cries when I don't, Oh, baby, I got a secret
Is it the beginning, where beginners dream of winning or is it the end, where dreamers decide on quitting?
It's what they do For others To express To voice To show For myself To be heard To organize To find
The traitors of the past were never washed away They have procreated and created the haters of today They continue to feed of negativity And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
I'll hold you still, even still So trust me and this bridge we've built Made of wood and stones we haven't thrown I won't cast against you why you have grown
What truly lies in the far depths of space, For I wonder as I gaze at the sky, Life beyond us is what we'll come to face, We perceive what is seen through our own eye;
Society stalks me, A spectre of the REM world, Like Krueger…it creeps up on me, Only this time…I know I won’t wake up. My life is a terrible secret, trapped inside Pandora’s Box.
I am alone, yet not lonely. I am unique, although I am just like you. I love, but I am not in love I care, and do not let myself be cared for. I wish, and cannot hope. I am living, yet I am not allowed to live.
I feel no pity. Not even a little bit To leave the city In which I With my existence Didn't bring the light, Didn't love the stranger, therefore, this place has nothing I would consider mine.
Coping mechanisms have increased Until loads of weight are placed onto my shoulder Relapses from what I once was From what I once did
A person is as good as their inner image. One should never be judged for the way that they look. Every individual has the right to be looked at by their talents, and the way they treat others.
Mental manipulations manipulate your mind, while you are a sitting empty crack. A treasured wrapper, unwrapped and tossed after being sucked of whatever treasures you have inside.
I walked alone. I took my time. I didn’t look back while I made the climb. I walked alone. I didn’t even tell. I didn’t want them to end the spell.
~man of the hour i waited way too long met women that should be strong but he left and did her wrong but baby here i am the man of the hour the one to give you power you see, im here however
After hearing the TIC idnt know what to expect from the TOC, yet so predictable, the sequenced sounds of the clock. But what's next? What can we expect? The possibilities are unlimited and that what fears me most.
You hear the waves pounding on the rocks... You know if you get caught in it you'll die immediately but there's no going back.
There are a lot of people that Fear what they don't know, The questions then turn into aggressions leaving them stuck in a hatred zone. Why must people fear the original and the different?
Peering into Orion’s Belt, here I am, little old me, staring into the eternity of darkness. Constellations and the unknown wait to be solved, by the knowledge of our world and the skies above us.