in the wilderness
i sketch in the thick air with my words
painting grand towers and epic people riding against
the forever setting sun
grand lives with natural loves...
I'm so thankful, that they always have a place in my heart
But I'm so ashamed, that I start losing sight of their faces, their names
Don't look at me, please don't look at me
My heart is truly touched by how many people support and love me
I call them all family, and it's enough to bring tears to my eyes
Which I both love and hate, I both love and hate...
E: From inside the cage, I question my sentence,
Subduing my rage, I seek some kind of sense.
Shapeless am I, but they hold me a captive,
You ripped out my heart so I cut open my skin to see if I was still alive. Now there's blood everywhere and I don't feel a thing. I still don't know the answer.
Its a Messed up world, A messed up place, everybody judged by their messed up face.
Messed up dreams, messed up life, A messed up Kid with a messed up knife.
Messed up moms and...
storys and many things to write like write about animals pets and people
On this path,
Converge and diverge,
Join and split
Amidst flat stone stairs,
And I walk up or down,
Among superfluous dimensions,
A new beginning was just the start of a miserable life.
As the clouds turn to gray then black, the girl slumps further into her seat.
She closes her eyes tight and starts...
On EP.. I am sometimes very silly.. Sometimes shallow.. But I like to just say anything and do anything and I don't care!
Thanks EP mpwah 😘😘😘😘😘
Yeah. basically thats all I want in life at the moment.
and I have a shitload of ideas but I cant pick myself up and write the f***ing story..
I write poems all the time though...
Specifically people who hate literally all children. Not just disliking individual children.
I hear them say things like "I hate kids" and if when I ask what they mean by that...
my computer's running really ******* slow and it's throwing off the entire mood of writing. Even as I'm typing now, it's lagging hardcore and i'm sick of it. I'm writing a story...
I like to write lots of stuff. I am working on a novel, I write poems, I write articles, I have a diary, I have a great little blog that I want to share with the world because it...
My poems are your hidden letters.
Another delusion I created
I knew you so well.
The way you breathed, the way you smelled.
And I missed you so bad, when you first asked me not...
I wrote most of my poetry between the ages of fourteen and twenty-two with a spurt in my late thirties. Every now and then a new poem emerges. As I've mentioned elsewhere I've...
It's actually really funny because in the moment I'll be so emotional and full of anger or angst. I'll just write how I'm feeling and it's usually as unorganized as my thoughts. I...
This is not me personally, but its to people I know who're hurt or afraid they feel like there isn't anything left.
I wish I could write a happy ending
to that reoccurring...
There was a time when I wrote poems in my diary.That was when I was in school.I did not get any of them published I did send one to a magazine but it was rejected.Whatever I write...
I love to write poetry so anyone who needs a song message me. I write many types of poems
You don't know me the way you should
So don't expect me to be anything good
At peace with myself when I'm alone
anything beyond that
Out of my comfort zone
I'm on my own, I'm like...
This summer, I am going on a guided study trip with some friends. I happen to like one of my friends (I fall for every guy taller than me), but something is hinting to me that he...
I've never technically been in a relationship, but I have been rejected and heartbroken to write and feel what I've felt.
What Is Love ?
and why does love never find me
WHAT WON'T I GIVE UP FOR YOU..
People speak of fate and meeting people of chance
Finding of soul mates and love at first glance.
Alignment of planets Shooting stars up above...
The village stood at the edge of a deep forest. Secluded from the surrounding world Galewood had strong morals, and very little resistance against them. Wearing skirts above the...
I surrender to the sacred slumber
as the sun rises in the sky.
An aching numbness pulses through my body
as I have not slept for a little while.
I surrender to the...
There’s a window in my head
That only I can see
It is the gate way to my fantasy
There I am a hero, master and king
I am capable of doing anything
When I dwell there the world...
I really wonder, no one write to me, no one wants to be my friend. no one talk to me here? Am I so ugly? Why no woman wants to be my friend? Let me know please...
This is the first poem that I ever did! Haha.
What do you do with a heart you can't feel
Who do you give it to?
Somehow, someway I want to surrender
Surrender my heart to...
INJECTION AND INFINITY
Time is a patient destroyer, and wounds open all scars. Death is persistent like a memory, and comforting like a numb injection. Why do we always run...