He thinks he knows, but he doesn't.
He does not know every time I think about him.
I wish he could feel it.
I would love if he got some sort of chill, goosebumps or jolt, or if...
This is what I wrote almost 6 years ago while I was suffering from severe depression as a result of my thyroid deficiency. Writing helped me to deal with my depression.
The tree is up. Every ornament in place. But something is missing.
Could it be the angel for the treetop? Believe me, no angels tonight.
Someone is in need of attention. Maybe...
True vulnerability could never exist
Hurt would overpower the healing
Walls of cement
Blocks of words spoken
And unspoken, just the same
Close minded thoughts
Give me a chance to be kind to you; for when my candle reaches its end of fame, I would appreciate if you could lit my cadle up for me.
The Fragile by Nine Inch Nails:
In a world full of ugliness
When everything is meaningless
Fragile, she doesn't see her...
Standing here at the gates of Hell
Thinkin' to myself, "Go on up, ring that bell."
Just step to the head of the line and knock
Knock like you know where you're at
and know where...
Life is like a system file. It could be anything in your world that is essential for running your life properly.
bound a reason to your existence
find a need to fulfill some satisfaction
rejoice, play with a new toy
trails of absurdities
fading lost realities
should escape and act...
I always doubt myself so much. A friend of mine just told me that I should write professionally as a career and it made me want to cry. Psychology is the career path I have...
this all will change some day
when it doesn't matter anymore
will made us hate ourselves
how we try to control and cried
for the reasons, look too absurd now
life is a game...
Desire and passion;
they walk with coupled hands
through unploughed fields
to lonely windswept heights
on paths of longing
that cut through barren lands...
those dream drenched...
am living with every ghost
which once lived in me
now it's all so dark and empty
only misery roam and rules this soul
nothing have really filled those holes
should wake up
use nature to turn nightmares into reality
tired of patterns of future's despair
believing in darkness, away from the lights
should scream on a mountain, all my...
You are not allowed, you know, to tell the truth
It is far a worse crime to ask for help than to admit to something wrong
For in this house of secrets only the strong...
So, how patriotic are you?
"The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed...
Like now..today. or yesterday. I cried ! want to cry now. I can't. I am too ashamed reading online, here and other side all luscious story about me. I heard them from public too...
running in circles
defining and preaching purpose
mourning about the death
when you're alive
talking to yourself
convincing yourself to watch
beauty and lies more
'He' was a giver. He gave..of himself.She wondered had anyone truly given, to him...?I wish to fill up that ache deep inside youCaress away all your hard edgeswith my tender soft...
I had set the fire in the open hearth fireplace. I found you after my shower. Laying on the soft comforter by the fireplace. A soft light on the book you are reading. I am in my t...
Another story I wrote which is on deviantart.
The Untold Story of Robin Hood:
"The legend of Robin Hood has been passed on for centuries, but no one knows the true story. The...
I usually express myself better through writing than actually verbalizing what I'm feeling. I am unsure of myself most of the time and I have a hard time looking at someone when I...
all songs of winter
echoing in the past's graveyard
drifting to the mist of riddled beliefs
sun has giving up on you
all the falling leaves burring your will
to reach a...