The weather is getting cold,
my heart is growing colder.
Another "act" in this "play",
and I grow another day older.
She is very sweet and beautiful. I don't get to talk to her a whole lot, but every once in a while I do. When I first saw her I thought she was just pretty, but when I met her my...
That moment when you're already feeling pretty lonely and the daily puzzle on wordbubbles is 'lonesome'.... Wonder how the producers of that game realised my feelings :(
I have only recently developed friendships online but they have proven to be thee just when I needed them. My "real life" (I use the term loosely because my online life is very...
idk who wrote this but...
They aren't just scars.
They are the demons
I fought at 3am.
They are my insecurities,
My deepest fears,
And my lonely nights.
They are the...
Amateur hour Vol. 2!! Yaay?!!
Be the villain in your dreams
Watch the hero let you down
As you wake up the next day
To realize you aren't one
You fear the parents
Fear the crowd...
i have grown weary
of every breath
this journey of fools
begs for a death
running on empty
has gotten old
waiting on nothing
has taken its toll
tired of struggle
and this foul...
My sorrow, when she's here with me thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be ; she loves the bare, the withered trees; she walks the sodden pasture lane...
She was beautiful, but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so, she did not have hair that dripped gold, her eyes were not the color of the cold sea , her smile was...
I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a...
A house is just a house.....- I'm doing a comeback to what Stavoy said.
"A House Is Not A Home"
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sittin' there
But a chair is not...
A tale of second chances…………………………
Sometimes I think of them as trying to seek life from a barren ground but then again I believe that second chances are...
My heart is now hard, my soul has become numb,
The stillness of my life reduced to a few little crumbs,
My mind drifts and feels all the physical and emotional pain,
i would like to present you my own analysis of hearting responses because i'm a loser who has no life and has alot of time on her hands *cough*
-author hearts response without...
The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."
The man replied, "Things as they...
My heart changed its color from red to black
My eyes expresses nothing but cold and distant
My smiles are only because I'm enjoying
No, I don't miss anyone.
Past is not what I...
Early warning: This is going to be a long-*** draggy essay. I just wanted to talk about it somewhere, which is how I ended up at Experience Project (Y) I'm not in a depressed, sad...
My parents and their depression.
The first years of my life where quite good, my parents where loving people with a warm heart. I had a save home, and had no worries.
Something i have dealt with too much. Being that I give my heart too easy I get hurt easy.. I am learning to pull back some and protect myself since no one else will ever care...
I entered into a relationship with a man who has mental issues including agoraphobia. He lives on the opposite side of the state but I traveled there all spring and summer to be...
So I was thinking , thinking about my past and my future. I kept thinking how one day I will meet a guy and we'll meet at a bar. And he'll ask me my name and I'll tell him. He'll...
You'd think that I would have posted a poem here lol. But really I write poetry, but only when I'm super sad :(. When I am, poems pour out of me with little effort and I'm told...
I am not special, just human and filled with emotions ever so deep,
Blood rushes through my veins pulsating and creating thoughts which forever will leap,
A rush of blood through...
Some people sell their blood. You sell your heart.
It was either that or the soul.
The hard part is getting the damn thing out.
A kind of twisting motion, like shucking...
Let me look at your picture
One last time without ridicule.
Let me look at your face
One last time because it’s still beautiful to me.
And darling you were all I’d ever...
Ageless and forever, a shining splendid thing.
Nothing shows my feelings as your name inside a ring.
I could write it out in letters, across the endless azure sky,
But sun will...
He was singing songs
She was lying in her lovers arms
Everyone was having a grand time
Then a flicker caught my eye
Staring at the licking flames
I saw my heart
Choke on the smoke...