the walk en path is alone the walk en path is cold to the bone the walk en path has grief the walk en path Breeds no easy relief between ones feet and chosen ground the walk en path is a persons salvation the walk en path is a persons creation
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The seldom creature wishes beating deafly chained into its cold chambers Too neglected Spoken as an ugly creature full of scars of pain and torture Battered seldom creature silent and alone wishing for wishes that would not beat out loud enough for a beau...
When I was a kid my mom told me storiesabout battles between Angels and Demons and how this one Heroic angel gave his life to say his wife and child from an evil , evil demon and I remember always thinking I wish that was my daddy... or something dumb lik...
if man had the power we could change the world if man had the strength we could conquer the fear if man just had the will we could perform miracles but only if man has the power if man cannot have the power to have the strength were would the will be?
I've sat in this room I know every wall Every hole hidden behind the posters I know every crevasse every crack I know these sheets these pillows I also know the story behind every wall inside every hole hidden behind the posters I know the tear stains...
Those are words, words of past those are words words of future but yet my solemn eyes see no change my aching heart feels no emotion I cannot bear more hurt I cannot bear more lies I want honesty pure true honesty but with no trust honesty is a lie h...
I am a story book I have a beginning And one day my story will end You are just my beginning You disappear after the climax Sure we had a great rising action But when the climax Maxes out You will fade With the falling action My resolution Will be beaut...
Her side Dear who ever, I'm not sure why I decided to start writing in a diary, maybe because I would rather write it all out than say it to someone else... Even though I'm kind of just talking to myself ... But it doesn't matter, I still would rather tal...
Dear ... It doesn't really matter nobody will ever read this. Hi, I'm Zander. My therapist says I should keep a diary, and I thought it be a good idea until I realized that it wasn't. I hate writing, I always have, and I don't really think it would matter...
i was stuck between two roads one road was rugged, bumpy tree's dead laying across but at the end stood a house Beautiful with an abundance of flowers The other road was smooth and calm tree's healthy, tall and just like the other the house at the end...
Life as a spoon. It was cold, and wet, no light anywhere, and I with my comrades would fight to stay alive!! Earlier that day we had been sent out to the front lines. We had fought against the dirtiest of things, and in doing so we ourselves were very unc...
We are no more than a free style painting our actions are the paints our thoughts are the movements of the hands our mistakes are the black lines outlining ourselves cause our sketch is composed of black lines that shape the foundation for the painting