Sorry.. Sorry for my grammar that people d… The way I write is the way I spea… The way I speak is the way I thin… One sun, a writer noticed me, appr…
Her heart begins to ache, She begins to shake, Her mind begins to break. How much can she take? She picks up a blade,
Teary eyes half breathing gasping heavily blinking Mixed sad emotions My heart pumps then stop a little maybe it’s only my imagination
I would take a bullet for you, And I know I will be smiling. Knowing it was me and not you will…
The sun shines brightly overhead As I stare inside of this panel Outside of my customer’s property Trying so very hard, Avoiding the thoughts dancing thro…
Blocked by pain, at every turn. Collecting lies, as lessons learned. Feelings false,
Sharing You’re the richest person on this… Even if your cupboard is bare It is not what you have that count… But what you have to share.
The idea danced before us as a fla… The sound of martial music; The thrill of carrying a gun; Advancement in the world on coming… A glint of glory, wrath for foes;
I want you to notice if I’m not a… I want you to miss me when I cann… I want you to love me as I love y… What I want doesn’t matter not ev… When you’re not around the sun doe…
I leave for thee, beloved one, The home and friends of youth, Trusting my hopes, my happiness, Unto thy love and truth; I leave for thee my girlhood’s joy…
bloody wrists scars fading harmful kisses feel the pain not again
Days flip by on the calendar, And they add up like grains of san… Through the years they’re multipli… Just like the hearts demands, We look back into the past,
I use to fall so easy, to the idea of no turning back. Holding this heavy heart, wondering on after it... was long finished and long gone.
For a moment, All is silent, Silent to hear a pen drop, But yet a voice of a child cannot… It’s too late,
By Stanley Collymore Unrealistically, unchristian Brit… real as well as clearly imaginary proselytizing ones; you know the sort, are angrily up in arms,…
Please don’t call me special today… It’s not enough to call my outside… You talk to me, but you don’t talk… If you take the time to look at my… I’m not anyone’s Cinderella, and…
Why did you leave me was it becaus… Why did you go away was it because… Please forgive me, I lied that I… was it because I wasn’t the girl y… just tell me why you left me, was…
Sugar sweet, taste so bitter The relentless snap of the demands from those who use their backs to break the canes Sugar sweet, sugar white
Once, long ago, before the gods Had left this earth, by stream and… Where the first plough upturned th… Or the lost shepherd strayed, Often to the tired listener’s ear
When will your alarm clock tell you to be tired? Sleep, eat, rest. The baby boomer sentiment. What was marlon brandon’s gang called? I don’t know, look him up in the phone book. I like ...
The economy, a complex beast, Whose impact is felt from west to… It ebbs and flows with the tides o… And can bring both fortune and dec… It’s influenced by factors vast an…
He is a writer doomed by society He wonders if there is a Love bec… He pretends to live He feels he is being swallowed in… He touches the coldness of society
There’s a boy who lives next door; And this boy is just as bad As a boy can be; and poor! He’s so poor it makes me sad When I see him. Out at knee;
Ever to be the best. To lead In whatsoever things are true; Not stand among the halting crew The faint of heart, the feeble-kne… Who tarry for a certain sign
My dark side is my bright side And My bright side Is only seen with people I like
I cannot begin to explain. I’ve been in this game I go against the grain. Sure it’s so hard to feel shame. But Ill give it a shot, I’ll try…
There are days when I know, You’re reading what I write, And somehow I can feel your touch… As tears blur your sight, And though I try to write each da…
Amidst the wild’s embracing arms,… Lies a sanctuary of serenity, wher… The whispers of the ancient trees,… Guide us through the vibrant woods… Footsteps softly tread the path, w…
Thump, Thump How do Know this
YOU ask why these mountains delig… And why lovely Clwyd’s attraction… Ah! have you not heard, then, the… The pride of fair Clwyd, the boas… We never, no never, shall gaze on…