I am here too share this with all… We all need just a little more J… As I take a look around I see how… its becoming something, but with t… You see the world we live in today…
Darling we’re made of glass. Our hearts and dreams shattered by fate. The distance between us is the first sign that it’s too late.
The year revolves, and I again ex… The simple Annals of my Parish po… What Infant-members in my flock a… What Pairs I bless’d in the depar… And who, of Old or Young, or Nym…
A gentle caress guides strongly whereas abuse leads away Look to the stage not the puppetee… to find where the power to move
This road bends toward a place I have not learned— The cemetery that hums beyond the… They say there are others waiting… By dawn, we will be old friends,
As I sit in my room, All I can do is think, Life can be a teacher, Life can be a shrink, The more I wait,
Huyendo de la cruda realidad, en facebook me refugio cada día y tomo mis raciones de alegría tratando de vencer a mi ansiedad. Así es como la venzo y es verdad,
AIR—"The Drunkard" Come listen, friends, and hear a s… It is a doleful one, About a young man, dead and gone— He died far away from home.
Alas! England now mourns for her… The late and the good Lord Tennys… I hope his soul has fled to heaven… Where there is everlasting joy and… He was a man that didn’t care for…
You Were The One I Gave My all Never Did I Think We Were ever… Everytime You Leave Me I Try T… But You leave me Stuck In Tears Losing You Was My Biggest Fear
Sweet words, making me doubt my self i compare u with the original u appear white, but deep inside u… the most disgusting thing you made…
I used to be indifferent to sleep, it’s just a necessity, Now it’s the only thing I look fo… Aside from the constant waking, it numbs my pain.
when we’re younger, they ask what we want to be like, when we grow up, we respond with things like; doctors,
For her to be mine would fill my l… The sweet breath of her flaming ha… The beauty of her song gives oxyge… Her childish gait but elegant flar… I cannot keep poisoning my own lun…
Yes, i am tired... i cannot pretend anymore that I am not bothered by the way you ignore me, you look at me like i do not matter, like i am just a paper on the street, someone else’s pr...
Darkrose her shore in seas of amet… By tropic breezes kissed, A summer land in watery wastes for… Her ranges floating in the snow-wh… And gold of early morn.
Feeling so lost, is just in my imagination. A dream that won’t last forever, but can be a reality if u let it happen. Remembering the happiest moments life brings, but knocks em down w ...
A leaf came by this morning I was awake and yawning The cool breeze knocked on the win… I got up from my fluffy pillows I looked out the pane and the tree…
We Tend Too Fall In Love With Ugly Things Because They Showed Us Their Beautiful Side First...
I miss worry. Not so much in reality. But, lucid understandable dreams. I miss worry. She is wise and explains in nude languages why we both leave, scurry. All of the mice in there wal...
Los Angeles hums a little tune— trucks down the coast road for Monday Market
Light is her name She is precious like gold Luckier than Fortuna, Always outruning fate Flames blaze from her eyes
Talking on tiptoes Like nobody knows Pretending there are secrets to ke… Tiptoeing past places Where nobody goes
I’m tearing up I can’t see the road in front of me while I’m on the high way i start to sob I’m ready to see my mom and dad I’m going to go to the place where this all started before wh...
The roots tell secrets from years… the stem is not yet strong. The bud has not yet bloomed, but chooses to carry on Water it with mistakes,
AIR—_Grádh mo chroidhe._ Sweet thoughts, bright dreams, my… All comfort else has flown; For every hope was false to me, And here I am, alone.
Just focus. Keep your eye on us. Practice makes a relationship. Life is a ride. Ours been the bes… Trust is a must in order to move f… What it is... what it was...
life of Mary bake is full of hate to her love was so late so i ate and ate till i sat on her she was so full of hate to this date make me pay for all the cake made me sick on my first d...
Dark fantasies, crisis of the mind… Blind steps A confused thought... Of a lonely… Alone is the feelings When love is no longer the picture
The Spirit of Darkness, the Prin… The terror that walketh by night,… The legions of Evil, alert and aw… Press round him each hour; and I… God! call up Thy legions to fight…
Fallen to the disguise of a strang… Internal demons dictating behaviou… Tunnels of perception call our nam… a solitary cloud in the sky of our… Rhythmic thoughts distorting our v…
I thought I was the adult I had the years that is without question But experience and wisdom Those were yours
Love is not defined by a face, or even in a race. It’s what’s within, beneath the human skin. Deep inside,
Ye sons of Mars, come join with m… And sing in praise of Sir Herbert… That made ten thousand Arabs flee At the charge of the bayonet at A… General Stewart’s force was about…
By now you should already know thi… Because of you my life has a purpo… You got me where I am today, You pick me up with little things… Sometimes I get dark,
pure deep passion one that would melt your dreams and steel your orgasmic treasures wrap u up in ecstasy and taste all your pleasures play in your juices with licks of thunder bringing ...
Little brown surf-bather of the mo… Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts… Have you no fear of the roar and r… Nevada, the shapely dancer, feelin… How dare you dash at Yosemite the…
Immortal Robert Burns of Ayr, There’s but few poets can with you… Some of your poems and songs are v… To “Mary in Heaven” is most subli… And then again in your “Cottar’s…
When you feel you have nothing to… Thoughts race through your mind, w… He takes you down the dark narrow… But you take one last glance behin… Your body jolts as the feelings re…
Not such Cynical perplexity Pain frail ruptured cells Timid throb Things not such
Sometimes when I’m alone, I think of you, I get this feeling in my bones, I think of what I could do, To make you see,
This garden is my life The yellow Roses growing at the e… That witness the wonders of this w… grow undoubtedly tall, overseeing… protecting all that is small and b…
In a bed, all alone. No one really understands. Heavy head. Heart of stone. Life nowhere near fairyland. Said rainbows end at pots of gold.
She is so wee, So wise and dear Her eyes can see, Her ears can hear, The flowers that grow
I cry to myself, As my tears falling soundlessly up… Before soaking into the earth, Where I sit beneath the willow. This willow is special,
I wouldn’t think about You and gonna not ruminate about You, everyday I told myself firmly,
Everyday I worry I dread this coming month, September The milestone of our life The day our fate will be known
I wish I was a teapot. A sugarbowl & Jug. But for you to wish I was a cup Then you’re a stupid mug.
Your pen is eloquent, filled with crafty mendacities. Your life is intertwined in duplicitousness as you follow the imprudent, interferers, those who lack credence, and seek favors. Un...
Blue Ghosts keep me awake at nigh… They mask the people I know I don’t want to speak to anyone I just want to be alone
Friendship The came as young pups to families… Some came from neighbours three do… From milk bars and butcher shops,… As they grew up, some were dressed…
And as the dense fog descended. I… In a thousand memories. The cool… Serenity. The world lost at my fe…
Your beauty is so awe inspiring Yet so fleeting Like a precious rose so elegant We bask in your glory as long as w… Making everyday like summer
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
Little princess you’ve had a long… Running, laughing, keeping boredom… It’s been lots of fun but now you… You need plenty of sleep to look a… So take off your day clothes and p…
When love loses; its purely defeat Both shocked and numb you couldn’t… Feeling worthless, lifeless and du… A flame blown out, a massacre you… Nothing to fear but fear itself
WASHINGTON WHEN dreaming kings, at odds wit… Would strike that banner down, A nobler knight than ever writ or… With fame’s bright wreath did crow…
Sweet world to cherish But why? Why love this? Because there was a doubt An effort of about A chain of destine enthusiasm
I WAS not false to thee, and yet My cheek alone looked pale; My weary eye was dim and wet, My strength began to fail. Thou wert the same; thy looks were…
it seems like it has slipped away, and washed up on my lover’s bay. still heaving from its past decay, but now we live another day. i found him by the wooden pole,
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