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But I was a fool
Playing, by the rules
The judges,will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the shoooow
Alwa ys, staying loooow
I have been thinking for the segment of this afternoon about a statement my honorable friend texted me. She said "It takes strength to think, not many do." She is 100% clean on...
Hello, friends. My life is so beyond complicated right now. I was raised as a Christian. Up until a few weeks ago, I believed I would always believe that to be the truth. However...
Paint clouds that really rain
And noisy, running streams,
Or birds that can take flight
And sing beyond your dreams,
Or sculpt a lovely nude
That wakes to your embrace...
I was browsing name forums to read other stories about people who didn't like their names and why they changed them.
The most common reasons why people don't like their names...
The Dead Poet
By: Rob Paquin
Written on June 17th, 2012
Out of his tapping fingertips, came all the words he had to type.
Those words that laid within his mind, through all...
To live a life of hope,
It is what keeps the heart beating and really helps us cope,
To smile each and every day,
With all the struggles as we each try to find our own way,
"For the wolf to survive, he's gotta chew off his own leg." - Staff Sergeant William Dunn.
Back about five six years ago I had met a girl on the Internet. We began chatting day In day out. We were chatting for weeks and I decided to tell her about my naughty hobby. I was...
I believe some people are just made for each other. And for them not to realize it is a crime in itself. Take Prince Harry and Pippa for example. What the Hell is wrong with...
Hello :) very new here...
I also love poetry - discussing it, writing it, analysing it... I'd love to chat about poetry in general, not really one for 'hey!!! Look at me! Look at...
Pen pressed firmly against ghost white paper for months now. No words jotted down and no prose poetry written. I am still waiting. Waiting to turn your death into a breathing work...
❝Still I Rise❞ Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me...
Tears are flowing hearts in a bind.
The love i had i can no longer find.
Im tired of feeling sad and hurt.
You take me for granted and make me feel like dirt.
It may seem like a...
,,Hardly had I thought I should learn to perish;
Ever young, enwrapped in my robe I wandered,
Raising dreamy eyes to the star styled often
All at once, however...
Sitting in a valley of sweet illusions
Estranged to our own life set into the motion
Constantly trying to make them see
The perception of us they have ain't really
Today is National Poetry day in the UK, so I wanted to share this.
I see the words of many men
Who speak as though their deeds are sacred
I see the very hearts of saints.
❝The Dance❞ by Oriah
I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want...
Warning, a dark and grim poem I wrote a few weeks ago. I do feel better now :) It is good to empty out emotions now and then...
I have a dark side, I think this poem is pretty...
Siren of the Deep
I find your footprints that lead this rocky shore. Scraps of your clothing tossed apart without sanity. Cold hearts of treason that runs amok. The pure madness...
I found a couple of old poems tonight - this was written "for" my mother:
Fiery words shot across the room -
Bullets to the heart, bombs to the soul.
As the shrapnel settles and...
All of them are right in this link.... https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/41772759-my-poems
Life and it's people, are not all the same
Some walk with pride, some walk with shame
There are so many, that are all about hate
For no rhyme or reason, they discriminate
..sometimes or most of the time. I like to be quiet. I dont know why, but in the past few months, its difficult for me to talk to someone or even my friends. I prefer to listen...
Straddled tongue silently mocking Forbidden antidotes, deprived breath like rope around my throat.
Hypnotic apparatus finally exposed, force-fed bargains for a timely decompose...