Cormamin Naini’ A! Yallume. Amin cael ele nal 'ma… Dina, cormamin. Lle n’ ten? Last he lalaith, ve’ tinuviel, mit… Amin sinta lle, melamin?
Let the future be brief, Let the ending be swift. Let my death, my belief, Be a prize and a gift. I don’t want to wait
Crumpled up paper and bits of old… Half finished drawings and moth-ea… Aged, faded photos; mismatched, ta… Too small or large shoes all lined… Trinkets stuffed haphazardly into…
Looking out across the shore, The sandy seaside strand, One can hope to see no more Than shades of distant lands. For hope is dim as dawning light
Love is like a shadow that comes c… Wistfully through the last shreds… That cling to the pale morning. It finds you when you thought you… When you are vulnerable and expose…
There are those who Lost and loveless, Wander wastelands Created by Restlessness,
Accordion, accordion, I do so love the way That you can make the people dance Every time you play. Accordion, accordion,
The air was chill, the river calm, Tall eaves a thoroughfare For thieves of skill with crimson… To sift through summer air. Their knives sharp as their hooded…
When the devil rears his ugly face And takes you by surprise, And you stick around from sheer di… That good part of you dies. What do you know about the voices
I have this funny idea Self awareness makes me better When self-righteous douche bag fit… So much closer to the letter. I have the ability
We are the current youth, We are wild and free. We eschew our pasts, We sprint toward futures. We love ourselves,
As Sun and Moon danced in the sky… They looked toward the earth below And, shocked, they found the peopl… Had changed from those they once d… Not one man bow’ed to revere,
Where are you going, pilgrim? To what lands do you roam? What is it you left behind A million miles from home? Why is it that your heart turned b…
It takes a certain kind of person To wake up one day and look around… And make themselves believe that t… It’s another type of person That wakes up to a room full of gh…
How can I enjoy being alive When it’s all just a ploy and a fi… We got blue on black chalk outline… So I close and lock my door. The news can’t but trusted, but ho…