I know this might seem obvious already, but I love poetry. It's one of the few forms of writing that I enjoy writing over reading. I used to do it as a kid, write out little rhymes...
I usually don't like poetry because people who write it sounds stupid to me sometimes. Saying **** like "the wind was just an echo from my soul" that kinda poetry ****** me off...
Staring at the ceiling, laying in bed
Thinking evil thoughts within my head
Knowing I'd be better off dead
My emotions have vanished
It sounds good but I can't stand it
I realised its a passing grace,
borrowed time in a creative place.
Held so dear this precious time,
do it now whilst in your prime.
Don't wait too long for sand to fall,
December 4th, 2014.
Going through some **** relapse right now, the latin symbolizes my depression breaking through me. Enjoy!
*disclaimer: I cannot...
Can you see the anger in my eyes?
Can you see all the people I despise?
Can you feel the emotion in these lyrics?
Can you think about my mental state and not fear it?
alive and well though time could only tell, my petals are nothing short of perfect so if you pick me in the long run it won't be worth it
the way I sway in the sun...
Things outside are always changing,
but inside, the same always remaining.
Days pass by, weeks and months,
Nothing straightens my mind's labyrinth
I think, I read, and I concede...
I write when I'm depressed
I game because I'm obsessed
I laugh to hide the pain
I hate the sun but enjoy the rain
I don't know how to smile
I am angry but in denial
I want to be...
A shift in personalities, so to speak. Enjoy!
As I watch her from afar, her beauty silences my tongue. Oh, how enthralling a being she is! The way she walks with utmost elegance...
It is something amazing,
It is a sacred gift passed on to each generation who have the sense to embrace it,
It is precious and sacred,
Blood was spilled so you could enjoy it...
Still I've reached no answer,
For the same old question.
Will I ever be satisfied,
With anything less than perfection?
Can I jump the hurdles,
Of life's imperfect flow?
You open your eyes,
from being in a deep slumber,you see things in a diffrent light,all of your passions are coming back ,and you begin to enjoy past activities that where once...
"Most people ignore poetry because most poetry ignores people"
Poetry - Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when...