NothingEverything is so messed updon't ask me, I don't want to talk.Nothing has ever been less rightbut I won't cry, I just want to write.
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtBut believe me when I say it’s not their faultWith an open wound as delicious as yoursIt would be a shame not to rub in the saltSo why do you insist on shaking that girlDo you like playing the martyr on your knees?Acting like you’re a paragon of purityWell today that purity feels ripe for diseaseSome broken people cry not knowing what forHave sympathy as they weren’t born with black heartsLike you and I they have grey matter in their brainBut their thoughts are a great distance from darkSo why do you insist on hitting that girlWhen she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?A waste of energy, like her wasted breathWhen she told you that her safe word was ‘no’Some broken people lash out without warningAt those close to them that they hold most dearTrying to fight away those armed with feelingsYet at the same time wishing that they were nearSo why do you insist on leaving that girl?She’s
The Beauty of the Blank PageSome people will see the blank pageAs comparable to the most dreadful curseBut I see it as potentialTo write in my own words the perfect verseAnd though this is yet to happenThe promise will always remain right thereLike a newborn leaving the wombAs they take their first breath of fresh airSome people will see the blank pageAs a reason or excuse to give inBut every great literary workNeeded a scribbled first word to beginSeeds of a thought that blossomThoughts that bloom in to an ideaThe page slowly becomes your friendAs the reason you’re writing becomes clearSome people will see the blank pageAs their familiar adversaryAs difficult to run away fromAs the hardest to forget memoryBut like those unwanted memoriesIt eventually will have to be facedDon’t hide away from the hollowAnd with words the blank page will be replaced
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to livefor if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to giveI wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peacefor if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would ceaseI wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pafor if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the lawI wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Marsfor if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the starsI wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother truefor if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blueI wish... I wish...well, maybe someday
Who says you can't play on broken strings?Allow me to playon the stringsof your broken heartto prove to youthat the melodyof your soulwill remainever beautiful
TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGOHace tiempo atrás hubo dos hermanastros los cuales eran unos grandes inventores, su imaginación era fascinante con ella podían lograr lo que deseaban, con unas herramientas lograban cualquier cosa, crecieron en una aldea pequeña conocida actualmente como Danville o Área Limítrofe, en aquel tiempo la aldea no tenía nombre, ambos crecieron junto a un bosque místico, virgen en todo sentido; algunos decían que en el bosque existía seres mágicos, claro que quienes les decían eso eran los locos de la aldea.Phineas y Ferb eran los inventores del pueblo, ninguno de los dos era mal recibido en la aldea ambos hacían que cada día fuera extraordinario, su sueño era que su aldea tuviera los últimos avances claro sin quitar la diversión, en sus inventos diarios siempre eran ayudados por un joven furioso y de mal carácter (Buford), un joven amante de la ciencia y de la escuela (Baljeet), y una señorita de
ClairvoyantI am not ashamed of my demonsAnd neither of my flawsI have got my simple reasonsThe ones on which I can gnawI'm not haunted by perfectionThat is not what I seekI prefer real affectionI favour being a freakI am me not your visionI can live how I wantI don't need your permissionYou are no clairvoyant~Petra
Breathe AgainHath they quaverBy any other sway but WestTo sunsetFor its fallen brotherI would have takenFar from mistakenThe beads of sweat from restRisen driedCrackle bones lost milk of motherAnd otherDeparted as the bending sighThe one that bred its daughter lieSo seed can bloom with mindful brideShed off the blissful slumberWould golden blazeBe unlike the brass war-chainsIn low remainsWhilst weight shift in its wakeTell moving breathOut come its wealthAnd not the founding of its painsSlip from sightlessGloss a cover of unknowingLeft bowingNo wisp of remorse or remissBut metal shiftsAnd opened riftsDivide an ocean outgrowingShards beneathEmblazoned even if in darkI shall harkPrecious dull that beckons breatheEven if restrainedWill not let wanedHow earthen dreams have left their markIf I could seeOld ones with minds of gilded timeWould it shineAnd make pearls out of shapeless seaTake their ageBefit a sageTo wrap this darkened world with lightSafe walkwayC
Necessary Incognito [Over Tea] There's tea For you, there's tea for me. There well may be A cup for three. Pardon me, but shall we Confound the violence Perceived in silence?
baby blue starsOdin's son,on the other side of midnight,chasing freedom;beneath these cliffs, arhapsody in blueand dandelion wine--the fallen starthe age of innocenceand sad lullabieslostwaiting for peter pan.
Just another complaintI haven't understood the basis of my nature,I haven't understood the meaning of my life.I don't have an extended sight far towards my future,I'm just always feeling that I'm running out of time...