when I was around ten years old we went camping up at Barnes Park by Torch Lake we’d go to the beach and ride Sea-… on one particular ride
Some things are getting better Some things are getting worse I will be alright, I will take my… When it comes to breaking free of… I have been waiting forever
A meadow brown; across the yonder… A zigzag fence is ambling; here a… Of underbush has cleft its course… Till where beyond it staggers up a… The long, grey rails stretch in a…
48? What the fuck! Isn’t life suppose to suck? As a kid I was always told, There’s nothing good, when you get… But it really hasn’t been so bad,
The best of your beauty is what yo… share, is the odd and travel troug… and sour of your being. Beauty is you and still, is nothin… to the sense that makes me wonder…
Our Every day ills will be treate… The sacred herb will grow prolific… To treat the ailments of the commo… Soothing our pain with analgesic s… Ending sharp niggly aches most mer…
A bottomless pit of regret, just another autumn of agony colum… My frivolity was audibly obvious, honestly my modesty is consciously… My motives are possibly no wait pr…
There in the dark she waits for he… She waits to comfort her but she i… She is never there at all, You can look at her pictures but n… You can hug her cloths and stuffed…
On nights like this, when bayou an… Dream in the moonlight’s mystic ra… I seem to walk like one deep in a… With old-world myths born of the m… Lascivious eyes and mouths of sens…
Well put together Painted smiles day after day Marks on your arms Pain or thrill Do they care
Why can’t you see I’m the one to… Why is it all you want to do is to… Can’t you see how much I care for… Why do you always make me feel lik… My days turn dark I hate my smart…
You say you would be by my side through thick and thin. A friend, a foe an abandoner what else is new. Nothing ever comes easy in life so get the fuck out of my way because no one matte...
Why should we do this? What good… how can we do such a thing? How ca… —Freud My name is James A. Wright, and… Twenty-five miles from this infect…
There’s a siren in the distance, As the daylight is slipping away. And he tries to put up some resist… As his soul is slipping away. The siren is growing closer,
By Stanley Collymore Give me everything that you have; and I mean just that; for at this particular moment I feel absolutely and quite
Listen When you cant have that drug, love That was once yours Feening and becoming so numb Searching for anything to replace…
I have a dream at here: https://ww…
love: it hits you like a bus and for a split moment everything you do is with and for… when you truly love someone
It’s hard to picture life without… You engulf me in your misery and b… You try to make me end my life. Yet, you are so familiar, so comfortable.
in high school I hurt my knee at a football practice I slammed it off the ground I think it was a Bursa sac it would flare up when I put press…
Make Room for me most kindly, as… Doors come and go With a Strengthened perception and a positive glow. Steady and composed,
Preludes. I The Joyful Wisdom Would Wisdom for herself be woo’d… And wake the foolish from his drea… She must be glad as well as good,
To, my darling, Marcy, there are… And since, you won’t, talk to me,… I’d rather, tell you, face to face… So, as we slowly, march along, Yo… Anyone, who knows you, can see, th…
If I smile would you notice, If I cry would you care? If I scream my loudest, Would you know I’m there? If I fall to my knees,
english at school I learn to english. so you do my friend. math if the blue team has four points,
really deep down inside i’m a wonderful person and a great mother. a loving friend, fantastic sister, great aunt. and maybe one day ill make a great wife. so don’t judge me unless you k...
There’s a storm tearing through my… Knocking down my walls, The winds taking everything I hav… My heart is already damaged, and t… Just completely broke it into a mi…
As I stare in the mirror, I see past what I see, Past the looking glass, Staring back at me. Am I me, or am I he?
A word, A breath, A simple thought, A holloe thing in all, Can bring a person close to you,
Love’s Lunacy Why do I speak of joy, or write o… When my heart is the very den of h… And in my soul the pains of Hell… With all his torments and infernal…