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rolling around with misery
what is seems
count the weeks
look in the well
All of us are here
Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:
His WarYou look at my arms and ask me why
You thought I was better
You thought I was alright
But as I trace
Those fine, red lines
I whisper so softly
It's almost a sigh
I'm perfectly fine
"But in his sorrow he is caught
He has tear stains in his eyes
From the wars he fought
He lets out a terrible cry
For the things he's sought
So how can I be happy
When he is not?"
She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.
She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.
The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.
It's War!It's War!
It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.
It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.
It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.
Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?
I don't think even 50% of them care.
they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.
Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become
.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?
Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.
persona unica¿¿ única??
¿una persona única?
uhm es interesante aquella palabra,
la cual dice muchas cosas,
¿porque digo interesante?
pues lastimosamente esta
palabra es muy poco común,
en esta sociedad de hipocresía, falsedad y superficialidad.
la persona que se atreva a ser única, aquella persona, es muy valiente
¿porque?,pues,no se como decirlo,en pocas palabras.
una persona única es aquella que
tiene un diferente pensamiento que los demás, aquella persona
puedes ser mejor que los demás.
todos alguna vez fuimos únicos, pero la triste realidad es que
gracias a que todos, estoy diciendo todos, alguna vez tuvimos el deseo
de que esta sociedad nos aceptara
Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.
Tienes todo no eres feliz,
tienes poco no eres feliz.
Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..
No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.
Mereces.Resultaste ser en carne propia lo que odiabas de las anteriores mentes mediocres que cruzaron mi camino, ahora no te queda mas que atarte una cuerda al cuello, recuerda esas personas te enferman, ahora pruebas lo que odias y ahora eres tu la persona enferma, así que deja las excusas deja las mentiras, deja toda esa estúpida saliva gastada en vano, solo muere, sin metáforas ni nada no mereces ni la tinta con la que escribo para mi placer de odio, sin embargo lo hago por que mejor medicina que esta para mi no hay.
RotosYa no soy la persona que solía ser, aquel naufrago que nunca se dio por vencido en las islas perdidas, a todo le encontraba una dosis de emoción.
Ahora solo camino encobrado mis pasos son lentos y tediosos, una espora letal mas jodida que el mismo veneno entro en mi y esa enfermedad tiene nombre..
A Summer's FantasyWhen the wind called no more
The greens rustled craving songs
And the shadows of the blue trees smiled.
There was a fire horse racing the light, burning
And the ice birds migrating to the north
And the butterflies grew double wings, crystal clear.
The rainbow fairies danced in tribal bonfires
And the hiccuping elves celebrated their queen
The silver wolves moaned at the full moon.
There was a golden parrot telling stories to the pirates
While a stone skinned princess danced with a sand skinned prince
As the purple sun tried to beat the orange sun with it's shine.
Yet, my greatest fantasy was you.
SpellboundWhat burns a fire is a fuel
of Dreams tangled, untangled by
a swiftly gypsie in a dress of words.
As she roamed the streets
she gripped a magic wand and painted
every mind she met in dark, black swirls.
Once she cast a spell of lies and
long lost hopes. A million foreign names
forbidden like the heartbeats of her chest.
In a land of dullness-
Skeletons laced in sawdust and
a lonely tune, forlorn and lost...
Dreams, hopes and turtlesSomeday those turtle feet will touch the shore
Someday, we're gonna look back with eyes full of tears
How far do those turtle feet seem?
Little step by little step the turtle would walk
Remember waking up the nights, mournful like the pain in our chests? Remember how strong our faith was?
Little step by little step
We've broken oaths and promises I know. Sometimes it can't be helped.
I see the barefoot child run on the sand and a turtle follows
Little step by step
Between the million mornings and nights, I've found a brand new fight.every day I fight and I swear it hurts.
There were times when the turtle reached the shore but the tide pushed her away.
I've fallen in quicksand a few times and its harder to get out each time. But as long as you're there by my side I swear I'll be strong.
The turtle never lost hope.
Dear ShakyDear Shakespeare,
Thou art a villain of absolute fancy
thy's words, thy's sonnets, thy's poetry
have coiled our embossed hearts with misery
how dost thou live with thyself when thou
has maddened our knave minds
has made us wall-eyed and quite foolish, indeed
how dost thou write words of which
no average mind could possibly understand
if thy's thoughts, thy's opinions, thy's plots haven't affected thee
perhaps we are zany to quake at thy's intpinse cunningness
how is it that such vile complicity makes a tired soul vindictive?
O but what is it of use to Knap 'bout thou when thou is dead?
I cannot speak though just to say: thou art a villain
A wingless birdI was the bird born without wings
The bird with grey feathers when
All the other birds were silver
I was the falling bird when
An arrow shot.
And when the world refused
To cry because nobody knew
Or remembered who
The wingless grey bird
The day Hope CameThere were times of grace, and the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who were staring and glancing
There were laughs and joys
Mixed with lots of noise
And the girls and the boys
Who were young and prancing
There was once a kid
Who never did what they did
He just sulked and hid
When the girls were laughing
While the boys were bragging
And the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who were staring and glancing
A girl named Hope once walked his way
She had a great smile and she made his day
And when Hope was close
The poor kid froze
While the girls were giggling
And the boys were fiddling
And the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who we
GriefI watched her as she walked
Through those hallways
Past those walls
For five months, three weeks, and four days
Not a word she'd spoke
Not a thing she'd say
Her blank eyes were glazed
And her mind far away
Searching for dreams in an endless maze
She wore the same faded jeans
And the same baggy shirt
Until the shirt was frayed
And the jeans stiff with dirt
This girl, her heart was empty yet stained
With deep scars that seem to have claimed
Her mind, her body, her soul
Until her fragile will would crumble and fall
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