

Feeli dont wanna, feel anymore. cause i get so tired i just wanna drink you down till the bad girl is choking on your goodness. i dont deserve this. i dream of places that i shouldnt be. i see things that i'm not worthy enough to see. and i, still feel you feeling the inside of me. its like fire when you're here. burning down the world that keeps me neck deep in fear. hold my hand cause i'm falling down with misery headed right toward me. sometimes i get so lost that if you didnt hold me i'd drift beyond the clouds aFeel


Damnedi had a little sister once. watched her slip right through the cracks. if i'd resorted to drastic measures i could have saved her but i knew it just wasnt my place. aint life a twisted bitch? and oh, i know for sure that love just makes us damned.Damned
i am quite often plagued by the thought "how will i ever find you again?" the worrying creates an anxious feeling that physically presents itself
at the bottom of my stomach. down into the depths of what it now known as reality.
someone mentioned to me a new level of normal. but i can


Pocket Full of Rockswe dream like yesterday. as a result, forgetting about tomorrow. nothing sparkles anymore. even stars fade out long before we know it. i was once surrounded by love. pockets full of rocks and hearts that wont stop bleeding. we drown in shallow water and then just drink it off. the moon isnt as bright as it was before. sorrow builds a sheild around us and suddenly we are strong. you automatically begin to wonder did we mean to stay so long? why did we watch as it all went wrong? i dream in blue velvet but its always of yesterday. &Pocket Full of Rocks
Essex

a million oceansI can feel your hand on my shoulder And your breath on my lips. And, “there are miles between us,” you say. “We are worlds apart.” But what is a world? Rock, ash, air, ocean. So I carve your name into a rock. I trace your letters in ash with my fingertips, And I whisper it into the air. Well I would cross a million oceans If I could end up on your shore.a million oceans
So now I’m running home to find you But I am stopped in my tracks As I sink into the sand- I am small and feeble. I can not cross the ocean. So I paint you a picture And I kiss your li
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how are yOU?
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~there's so much beauty it could make you cry~
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you are still the song that i sing to myself when i'm alone...
Are you up for a challenge?? How about writing a poem that is not about Steve? Or has the words "I am optimistic" ?
What do you think?
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It's the ADD talking.
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you are still the song that i sing to myself when i'm alone...
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