Whereupon the words oft spoken Love, torment, grief. Tis better, it has been said, To be tormented instead By an endless winter of grief
Surrounded by the light, so she ca… Could not help but stare with my c… The rapid pounding of a lost heart… Soon to find the path with an eage… Gentle and understanding, so I wa…
His wrath well worn and all too known; His peace well torn as we held His scorn. His effervescent attitudes
Spritely darting to and fro A sunshine’s glimmer, toe to head Unexpected directions here to shim… It’s dimmer on the edges of a tran… She welcomes me in her mischief
You could ask me why I stopped And I wouldn’t have an answer Everything left when I stayed in… Frightened at the answer I’ve lost my way, my sense of self
25 Sep 2014 Edition Reflecting on this camping trip Certain things make me flip. My mind, my view, my purview How many of them are certain to
Roses are red, Violets. Lazy as fuck. ~C 25 Sep
In my life so far, I have kept a… I feel like this mystery is becomi… To some it may not be a mystery at… This mystery is my soul. Is it the lock to my whole being.
He came from a land of trees Cuz freedom wasn’t free enough Spoke with passion screaming from… And I was torn between hearing ev… And I had to take his torch
I finally broke down and bought my… But it didn’t come wrapped up in p… Or carefully selected words. It surely wasn’t expected, But it came nonetheless:
You whispered softly in screaming… Unaware of the possibilities yet That your drowning echoes would ca… Performing yet, majestically, For any ear
You can call me crazy Because I’ve definitely lost my m… It’s not likely that you’ll catch… Because I have a net, you know But those silly little details are…
They set the restrictions, they cr… It shrouds my life until it is as… Do I conform, follow what they sa… And if I choose differently, is i… My life becomes happier with every…
Say it to me slow because I could… Why the fuck your words made a dif… On the apocalyptic nature of your… Publicly lambasting me for what it… Slipped into the cracks of a fonde…
I’ve felt a target, punctured and… Spun into a web of deceit and hate And I’d like to congratulate All those that came before Knelt down like a whore
