This is horrendous.
My stupidity, stupendous.
I can't think of a poem,
oh, such woe-em!
I'll take your rose, with both my hands
and I accept your heart
I'll always take good care of it
and give what it demands
I'll give it my undying love
and all else that it needs
I'll guard your heart with all I have
to ensure it never bleeds
I love you
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Awww awww so loving, sweetie
Omg, I know you would.
Love you, Paul
Thank you
Love it and believe it.
Xxxooo
Gone
I have nothing left to give,
Not even my last breath.
Devoid of energy,
I lay myself to rest.
In perfect eternal slumber
Is where I'll be forever.
Only bones and memories remain,
In my pauper's grave.[/I]
Running
I'm on the lam,
The lam,
The lam.
Must run from the man,
The man,
The man.
Cop's going for his gun,
His gun,
His gun.
My heart's like a locomotive,
Veering off the tracks,
The tracks,
The tracks.
He's racing behind me,
Behind me,
Behind me.
Probably pulling off the safety,
The safety,
The safety.
I'm on the lam,
With nowhere to go,
And the man won't leave me alone.
the snow is white
just like my soul
so fair with delight
in the crimson hole
to face one fear
you must have courage
in ones heart being
A short one:
The white snow outside shines bright
And the soft light illuminates your eyes.
Passion reflected deep within our hearts;
This is the spirit of Love
I give. I'll make a better signature when I finally categorized those billion thoughts.
My house is no longer my home.
Footsteps on the stairs.
I was dreading they were yours.
You finally came home.
My house is no longer my home.
My bed is now yours.
I no longer have to worry,
I'm finally out the door.
Why can you see, the things I see.
Why cant you hear the voices soft and low?
Why can't you just realize your more then this.
Come on I know your not this slow.
Why won't my words reach you?
Why won't you accept the reality?
Why won't you let it all go?
You are better then royality.
Why must you be so stubborn?
Why must I shout to get you to see?
Why must you ignore the truth?
Because the truth will set you free.
Why can't you see what I see?
Why can't you be the real you?
Why can't you stop believe yourself weak.
I promise you, your not.
Have you ever had no home to go home to?
Have you ever been living on the cold, hard streets?
Trying to survive them, completely at their mercy?
Sleeping in an abandoned house with no electricity?
Spending the night in a public bathroom, resting on a cold, hard
bench?
Eating your meals at a soup kitchen, grateful that it's there.
Sometimes staying at a shelter.
A shelter for only women.
Or a shelter for women and men.
A bed, blankets, a pillow.
Seemingly common things.
When you don't have them
You will be very grateful
When you do.
A smile or kindness from a stranger
Is greatly appreciated.
Your belongings may be few.
You try to protect them like jewels.
As they are hard to replace.
At the whim of others to possibly steal.
A warm shower feels like heaven.
Clean clothes, a very big deal.
The kindness of a stranger helping you
Be it food, shelter or a kind word is most beautiful.
Money for the bus is precious.
But to be safe is priceless.
Oh katie, why did you go away?
When I was home, where you could have stayed.
Oh katie, i used to cry myself a sleep.
I sung a lullaby instead of counting sheep.
Oh katie, why did you choose that life?
One you purposely known filled with strife.
Oh katie, wont you let me in?
I'll share your burdens as your kin.
Oh katie, dont you know my pain?
The same kind that you have yet to slain.
Oh katie, why wont you come home?
Because you left me all alone.
Is today the annversary?
The one of that dreadful day?
It is hard to say.
For there were plenty.
You tell me that i a special.
Because i am a survivor like you.
We been through trails of pain.
And yet I cant complain.
Because nobody would understand.
I dont understand theirs in return.
So I watch what I say.
Because who can say that cheery face across from you
Had it ten times worse.
Or handed evrything on a silver platter.
I just know my fate.
I just know my sorrow.
Nobody else does.
I hold it in.
Because why should I cry?
When i know others I should cry for instead.
Your obsession has drove you mad
Saying and speaking out her name
Wanting to know every little thing
You sir are sick and twisted person
That wants her to speak positive
In such a way it is kind of creepy
Telling her writing is still wrong
Such a creep
Just stay away.
For your obsession has finally gone mad.
Wow! There is some serious heartfelt writing going on here...
There are some folks here who are working their way through some difficult times. It's quite painful to see so much raw emotion displayed so publicly... However, it's a safe and welcoming environment here so carry on and here's hoping you find the answers or solutions you are seeking xx
I wonder
I wonder
Where your at
Somewhere at the coast
Sweet sweet flower of mine
You just sit in the sun where I can't find
My little flower please let me in
I won't hurt you
Never ever, so please consider.
I know I am a boy that picks and just throws away
But you my dear is something I want to keep
In the vase on my window.
So please please let me in and let me stay
I wonder
I wonder
Where you lye
Frozen
I'm frozen.
I cannot be unthawed,
It's forever winter for me.
For my heart has been overtaken.
I cannot feel my hands,
They have stuck to my sides.
My feet have stuck to the ground,
I have lost all I loved.
My soul speaks to no one,
There's no one for me to miss.
All have gone away,
My mind is forever in stasis.
Hell is too good for me in every way
I am a sinner that can't be saved
But I am a sinner who watches other
Specially the one that looks like an angel
People are trying to rip off her wings
But as a dark demon sins, i go be oath
To save the angel from others like me
But I know one day she is going to fly
while I fall into the depths of hell
I will remember the sweet angel of mine.
Inspired by a scene in Tales of Vesperia:
"Yo, peanut gallery!
Whatcha saying?
Quit your heckling!"
As Rita said that,
A fireball, she launched,
Downed Karol, straight to the mat.
"Ooh, why'd you do that?" He groaned.
Another fireball!
Whoosh!
Splat!
Demon defeated.
Today, you are alive.
Yesterday, you could have died.
Be glad we still have our lives,
Because it means we are still loved.
I give. I'll make a better signature when I finally categorized those billion thoughts.
Despite what we might believe,
Despite what we might hope,
All that we share with each other
Are only memories we may soon forget.
I give. I'll make a better signature when I finally categorized those billion thoughts.
