StrengthI'm tired of going around in circles And knowing that there is nothing to be found. I'm tired of lonely nights andStrength
I'm tired of being always down. I'm not trying to lie about my beliefs,
And say I'm a man, which isn't true. I'm tired of hearing the same things
Spewed over and over again. I'm tired of being looked down upon And actually thinking 'this isn't new'. I'm tired of looking around me and Seeing that I haven't moved. I'm tired of being strangled by The prejudice that is renewed. I look upon my ancestors for answers But all I find are riddles i
Hick Town GirlA Hick Town Girl That I haven’t seen in a while. A Hick Town Girl That leaves me on my knees. A Hick Town Girl That makes me wanna smile. A Hick Town Girl Whose hair plays with the breeze. A Hick Town Girl Whose hair is as long as the Nile. A Hick Town Girl Whose eyes are as wide as the seas. A Hick Town Girl That I haven’t seen in a while. A Hick Town Girl That I’d like to see, if you may please.Hick Town Girl
InsomniaInsomnia,Insomnia
My friend, I know we’ve been friends for long. But now, It’s time,
To say our final goodbyes. I can- -not sleep And it’s all freaking your fault So now,
I must say: Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!
EventWhen you have been looking forward to something for a while, something that gets you to enjoy yourself in this macabre-like world, and suddenly, from something you have agreed to do a short while ago, which seems like a millennia, gets in the way. It’s like a lifeline being wiped out, emotionally it’s like the death of a friend. That event that had so much promise, so much to live up to, gone, disappeared, wiped from existence. Now, it’s like a mirage of an oasis in the hot desert and foolishly you have finished your supply of water, you could literally taste the water on your dry tongue, almost wash it over your face but a mirEvent
The Masochist
Ice cavernWhen I was old, dreams were a shattered ice cavern, Mirrors in which eyes blamed lost hopes Broken on a snowy rockway; Guilt froze its way through my mechanical spine.Ice cavern
When I was old, dreams were this cold cavern, Strewn with crumpled pictures
Screaming regrets from long ago days; Shards of tears dug their way through my skin.
When I was old, I did not wish this dreadful fate for the ice cavern, I'd rather make it a garden opened to snowflakes or
Even a sweet winter wind perfume.
Love is the SkyLove is the beautiful blue sky, It's the sight that cheers me up when I cry It's filled with fluff and birds flying high... Whenever I look at it, I can't help but sighLove is the Sky
It's the one thing that we'll always share, It's something that will always be there. Day in, day out, every once in a while, I stop to look at it and can't help but smile.
There are times when it's sadly darkened, But then we see those stars that glisten... Little dots that can look like everything and contain the past within.
Love is the awesome aurora sky, It's the thing that
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