#2015
We say all that life can do is tak… have we really assessed ourselves… See we blame society for whats wro… Do we see what we are doing wrong… We live and have opportunity,
When you die at a tender age i bet the angels cry. The unnatural state of a parent. To let go of infinite happiness
What is more painful? Is it to be struck? Is it a word? A word left unsaid? No great strike has the power of a…
She writes as if though writing wa… It is as if she would drop the pen… Her adjectives made sense entirely… It was as if she had to draw them,… Her wrist turned and twirled as sh…
Am I me Or am I what they want to see I have him Or do I want her too Do I love it
I live without waiting. I am impatient to not just exist. Even a canvas can hold a great sto… Run wild in the streets of this to… Listening to the songs of the bird…
I’v come to think about these thin… These things in my surroundings. Silence is most beautiful of them… I often hear her in the ticking of… I think about her and I miss her…
There’s life whithin these fingers There’s love whithin these palms There’s hate whithin those memorie… But they’re all left behind. There’s mind within this body
This sick memory, that sick memory. All of this dirt Wash me clean. I am filthy.
In my chair of nothing I sit. The very chair that keeps me here… Night goes, days die. On and on I sit with my hands on… Plans, dreams, wait upon me.
Not feeling at all, the strongest feeling ever felt .
I often tell But not quit so If i do so It’ll be pen and paper My hart is full
I often let my eyes wonder off into the outside world of my normal sight just to see how far they can go, and as soon as they have gone far enough i bring them back to where they belo...
What we think may only be one thin… It is what we think. Our own perception, remains an impression. We create it and so through things…
I pour my heart, soul and bare fl… I never learn do I. My glass is almost empty. There’s but little for anyone else… Just when I fear they’ve drank it…