Sincerity, what are thy Views; No more my Breast attend. By thee, alas! we often lose, But seldom gain a Friend. No more with dang’rous Zeal presu…
i love saying no, and watching men who are not accustomed to hearing… grow mad and confused. betrayed by the idea of me ruining… and not the other way around.
I think I cried a little too much… Holding on to your memory just a l… I don’t know what I did wrong and… Holding on to this whiskey bottle… But the more I drink, the more I…
Red blood will stain the soft whit… as tears and black makeup stream d… Her mother knocks, worried, upon t… though her daughter’s fears can’t… 'She’s been in there far too long.…
LAND of the olive and the vine, The saint and soldier, sword and s… How glorious to young RAYMOND’… Swell’d thy bold heights, spread t… When first he paused upon the heig…
“I know that you like me more than… Reality hurts you sometimes, but s… It sucks not be able to see you an… It sucks not be able to feel your… It sucks not be able to be there f…
If you doodoo yourself....
Word Breaker repeats risk taker retreats, to talk to my tree, for to tell. To me held you,
You were my first, my one and my thought of being my only, You gave me experiences, feelings I never thought I would feel, You brought sadness and pain in me I never thought I would nev...
Now were apart and the fact that your gone to divide us so early just seems so wrong thinking of you
Go Die In A Hole
As I pass by I see signs of hunge… As I see people in rags with dirt… As I see them holding signs for h… As they walk the streets for miles My heart goes out to the invisible
PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.
Running fears run wild, iv been running from a child. No “stop” cause time doesn’t stop,… Dreams are no longer hot wheels an… No booggy man ..no closet noise.
... Pomposo (insolent and loud), Vain idol of a scribbling crowd, Whose very name inspires an awe, Whose ev’ry word is sense and law,
All these walls. Built in folly.… Only to block yourself in with mad… Your truth will not just stay as y… How the world can take a part of m… Even in the depths of despair. I…
The world moves as we stands still… But are we motivated to be here wh… The hopes the dreams of being bett… The heart we were born with The devotion
To forget you. 01/12/2015 to reconnect with a new lifestyle during all my life that I sought y… gets you! Because you have unique… That I wanted to know throughout…
Hearken not, friend, for the resou… That did the Poet’s verses once a… We are but gleaners in the field o… Whence the main harvest hath been… The sheaves of glory you are fain…
I want to make you a liar. Be exactly just like me. Walk around and smile. Show the world what you can be. They’ll never have to know.
a girl lips' With the taste of Strawberry’s' loves Extra-ordinary ' fruits of ecstasy… enjoyable delight ' an fruit of perfect size
Paradise Paradise is you Paradise is knowing my love is int… Paradise is the music I wish I co… The music I hear each time you sp…
In the morning, when it was rainin… Then the birds were hectic and lou… Through all the reign is fall’s en… Their singing was erratic and full… They did not remember the summer b…
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Blamed cant tell at a second glance to have thought for a minute did it cant take it back so what now? i stand and for where? i might travel and die to lay and forget the blueish sky wi...
I have been told I am so many things to my face and behind my back but all that doesn’t matter it who I know I am who I have grown to be as a mother, daughter, sister, aunt, nina, frien...
if we stretched out rumpled sheets sunlight opalescent shades shape there on an open square each step without a care a wan smile through thundrin’ pain
Will this evil prevail Or will I find the Grail The endless search for the ashes o… To ride the rainbow on the drift o… To drink with the Gods
‘Come, John lad, tell me what’s t… Tha luks soa glum an sad; Is it becoss tha’rt short o’ brass… Or are ta poorly, lad? Has sombdy been findin fault,
My grandma always used to tell me that I’d be a good writer. I didn’t believe her because she used to say these types of things every other week. Trying to push me into some type of car...