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Crash, bang, pop! Midnight gridlock. Red lights all around. Horns blaring with the sound of a thousand trumpets. I sit, wait, and appreciate. Perspective changes problems into opportunities.
Everything seems like it is still Nothing's working anymore Nothing's moving So all your thoughts are motioned towards "lifeless"
We are still the children painting pictures to hang on the fridge, but now it's too late to start over. Too late to pick a different color. Every stroke is a different future and every drop a different reality.
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FOR: My Ex Now, but My Love ONE 4ever.. J.G. (*BTW, MOST of poems are about him....) I'm glad you took everything that would remind me of you.. Cause I don't want to remember anything we went through.
Sitting along the waters edge the wind flows gently across the water stirring the current slightly. Rocks and earth bellow the water, as the water glides downstream it eases the senses to a place of calm.
A tree stands still. It grows from a seedling, A small little thing destined to be something great. A tree stands still. Waiting for it's turn to shine.
A butterfly so beautiful, with wings so unique.Fluttering quietly; with not much purpose, other than to be looked at in awe. This exhilarating being happen to land on my shoulder. At that moment, I could only question my very existence.
I’ve been Awake full nights, For the past three months, Because I’ve got nothing to do. So instead of doing nothing, I instead do nothing and
They have their hand in the air The ones with the black suits and briefcases stride forward Confident The others seam to fall forward Their hand raised in a call for balance
Alone, with blue, and sand, and me I sit beneath a queenly tree Her arms stretched out to greet the sun While shielding me, the crispy one Meant for the tropics, my miracle tree
See your flower is delicate Delegates of angels persuade to me you're heaven sent But you know how the devil is.. With his disquises Almost Compromised me From the ground grew a violet
I don’t feel like normal people (Or at least, I don’t think so) Simple emotions, certainly Happiness, sorrow, anger I run the normal gamut With the others of our race Feeling a thing
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST PEOPLE THOUGHT YOU WERE THE FAKIEST THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWERLESS COWARD LESS BRAVE NESS YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE ITS ABOUT TO CAVE IN THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PRETTIEST THE...
An addiction, that's what he wasGreeted by a pulsating desire to shoot him,through every vein in my bodyA soft start, to calm my worries with his powers,and a smile like two rows of gold
I don't want to be your smoke break In the middle of the night, when you decide to take me out,
My body's aching stuck in this rut. I'm wanting windows to open instead doors slam shut. I live a life that can be taken away so easily it can be stripped from my soul. Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
Dig away from all the dissappointment I get lonley in caves all by myself. Thoughts lose everything all in the moment, Scraping nails upon walls, all blood runs high.
I live my life trying to create such precious memories. Living with all these people I thought were a friend to me.
The pain i put you through, after everything we would do. This time it's to late, I can't take it back, it's a fool I am. So go on be gone, depart from me. Can't you see we're no longer meant to be.
Right about now, I don't know what i'll do without him. I know he needs me, I can Hear it in his voice. Nobody else cares the way I do. Right I jest don't know what to do. I could easily be with someone else. I am' but it's not the same.
I know a place where all is still It's by a lake behind a hill And though to find, it's quite a trek It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck