*sigh*Close to dying
all you ever do is lying
Won't you shut-up
Won't you give up
Won't you finally ever grow up
I don't play games
You don't feel shame
why is my life oh so lame?
So.. that's what bein bored does to a person...
A Summer's DayThe bright blue, cloudless sky gazing down upon the green of the grass and the birds in the trees. A gentle breeze grazes my bare knees and blows my hair out of my face. I look up from my book at just the right moment. Golden hair lit ablaze by the sunlight streaming down upon us and deep violet eyes. Starring into them I’m hypnotized by his presence and fully aware of his every movement. The way his head tilts when he’s concentrating, and the way his lips move when he sings, and with every strum of the guitar, a faint whisper of his cologne is wafted my direction. His gaze forA Summer's Day
TouchA stroke of the hand ignites a fire within. An intimate touch reserved for those in love Strewn about the population as an invitation. An involuntary action. Careless move of a finger. Controllable, needed and wanted. A rush of feeling grows and grows,Touch
Until you’re blinded by it’s neon light. An illusion brought forth by an unreal promise of security. Un-returned feelings make haste to break hearts. The tempt of a touch is lethal. Heartbreak brought by a small stroke of the han
RainThe fires rage with repeated words A forgotten past A guilty feeling spreads through Who has the last laugh?Rain
From the mouth of the "gifted one" Said time after time A tired line flows easy Right in their own mind
The World revolves around us all As life continues on And change occurs where change is needed Until we are all gone
Rain puts out the fires at last And tears are washed away Conversation takes it's place And shouting left to the day.
Day DreamA promise of new life Ever emerging with time Thriving on change Living off what's givenDay Dream
I lie on soft grass The blades don't pierce gentle, crisp greens and sharp, rigid yellows
A bird sings A happy lullaby The flowers follow suit As I fall under the spell
A handsome Prince Leading me on Into a forest clearing Without questions I follow
There faeries are born And creatures live in harmony The air smells of cinnamon And I could care less to go home
A dance begins Slow then faster &nbs
Dear BoyDear Boy,Dear Boy
Your out there somewhere A person filled with care Your the boy who im destined to meet And is perfect to me from head to feet When i cry just hold me tight Dont say anything like others might Play with my hair and ask about my day And talk to me in a special way Tell me that im a beautiful girl And that im as prescious as a pearl And when im resting on the bed You'll crawl next to me and have said "I love you" and just put your arms around me And if we were to fight at the end, Please tell me you love me so it will mend We meet at
Butterfly1Beautiful butterfly, It was slowly passing by, I slowly stuck out my hand, To see if this creature would land.Butterfly1
Much to my surprise, Knowing it was wise, It landed on me, In a way that I thought it would never flee.
Time seemed to stop, It relaxed its wings and let them drop, Then all I felt was greed, I didn’t care if it was freed.
I thought the time was right, I thought it would not feel fright, So I began to close my palm, O ever so calm.
I closed my eyes, Made a surmise, And began to pray, That it wo
HiddenI've looked but can't find you hiding somewhere deep inside me.Hidden
Knowing you're there, wondering if you even care- or wish to be there.
Do I dare
to ask how you got there? deep within my heart without even confiding, So why are you hiding?
I've known all along, could it have been me hiding from you all along?
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"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."
~Isaac Asimov (1920 - 1992)
"Fear not those who argue but those who dodge."
~Marie Ebner von Eschenbach, Aphorisms, 1905
"There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people."
~Muhammad Ali (1942 - )
Sterk
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" After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands." - Friedrich Nietzsche ^O^
Sterk
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" After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands." - Friedrich Nietzsche ^O^
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