Here where no tree changes, Here in a prison of pine, I think how Autumn ranges The country that is mine. There—rust upon the chill breeze–
And at night, the same voice talke… The voice I tried to ignore every… Over and over again. What am I still doing here? If i’ve always had this feeling th…
There is a particular kind of abus… in the way, the branches are hitti… Just like me, they are scared of t… and we’re all trying to escape God… I am dreaming of me being thirty a…
Enticing dreams that you longed to… Loneliness lingers around every co… Made from the fabric of your repre… What are you still doing here, Wh… So eager to open the windows of pe…
Close your eyes and go to sleep And dream sweet dreams of holding… I’ll stroke your hair and kiss you… And hug you with a warm embrace I’ll Rock you slow and hold you t…
OVER the wintry threshold Who comes with joy to-day, So frail, yet so enduring, To triumph o’er dismay? Ah, quick her tears are springing,
Precursor of our woes, historic sp… What dismal records burn upon thy… On thee I see the maculating stai… Of passengers’ commingled blood an… In this red rust a widow’s curse a…
the noise that joy made on summer days so hot, that your voice melted into the sea
I can’t wait until the future To feel your lips on mine, Without a care in the world Just me and you, and you and me. How amazing that will be.
Her Body Is Like A Work Of Art. Different Shapes & Sizes But What Matters The Most Is Her Heart.. Mona Lisa, Your So Beautiful Everyone Would Kill To Be You But You Can’t See It. I Acce...
Wake up early call my mom. Booting up, than log on. Now it’s time to check my sh!t Dude! You tube, I got a hit! The magic show and Misty Rose,
Let the feeble-hearted pine, Let the sickly spirit whine, But work and win be thine, While you’ve life. God smiles upon the bold—
Your eyes so dark pierced my heart as I saw no soul. With so much to say, so scared,
The girl walked down her darkened… Running late, she was quick on her… If she didn’t get back before the… She knew that pain was right aroun… Five fingers came down upon her ch…
My mind unfolds when I hear that… Years have passed but the pains th… My memory betrays me, only remembe… I still fight away them demons and… I still recall my tears falling as…
Family, friends and sisters, We’ve all become to be. and now we’re brought together in this time of tragedy. “To keep forever sacred
Caught by a Nation Escaped, but gravely wounded Saved by a rival
Reader! if with no vulgar sympathy Thou view’st the wreck of genius a… Stay thou thy footsteps near this… Here Cowper rests. Although renow… His name familiar to thine ear, th…
In the aftermath of Germany’s defeat, and the accompaniment of the very actual end of Europe’s barbaric internecine war, rather vaingloriously on the actually global white Caucasian sid...
We are good people We were trying our best: It didn’t work (it’s okay).
Did you ever hear tell of Chili?… Of President Balmaceda and of how… It seems that he didn’t suit 'em—t… So they started an insurrection an… They seem to be restless people—an…
Intento entender, pero pierdo el intento. Lo intento de nuevo y me quedo en silencio. Camino contento, sonrío sin miedo.
"Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber brachte sich um." When first the world grew dark to… I call’d on God, yet came not he. Whereon, as wearier wax’d my lot,
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard… Thou herald of rich Summer’s myri… The climbing sun with new recovere… Does warm thee into being, through… Of rich, brown earth he woos thee,…
ALONE, beneath the darkened sky, With saddened heart and unstrung l… I heap the spoils of years gone by… And leave them with a long-drawn s… Like drift-wood brands that glimme…
When you think that you know that… you definitely do not tell anyone… you only know what you know you don’t know what they know just like they don’t know what you…
Works I may like In Daylight or Twilight Or under the Sun Or At three o clock at night Your there controlling my eyeballs
Rufus Gale speaks—1852 Yes,—in the Lincoln Militia,—in t… Many’s the day I’ve had since the… But those are the years I remembe… When we left the plow in the furro…
Reflections An image of someone I once knew l… screams bold more than the smile o… The mark of dysfunction on her che… Could her name be Amy?
Waking one morning In a pleasant land, By a river flowing Over golden sand:— Whence flow ye, waters,