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Life's Dead Lullaby
What is there to write,
when words cannot describe,
the life that passes you by,
to be with me tonight.
my heart that's scarred inside,
lives within the lie,
Of Life's Dead Lullaby.
To please with in the pain,
By the souls of immortalism,
with what is lost,
you cannot regain,
Of Life's Dead Lullaby.
To watch the pain and sorrows,
of joy's lifeless breathes,
to be deep inside,
Of Life's Dead Lullaby.
Bless the night,
for it will not pass,
for the Angels,
do not sigh for me anymore,
and with each lifeless touch,
I will always think of you,
As Life's Dead Lullaby...
I wrote this one night thinking of some people I care about... you know who you are... I Love All Of My Friends... if I didn't then I wouldn't have chosen y'all you walk beside me on this journey that I am going through... I pick my friends carefully and if you didn't know that then just ask one of them... Y'all mean the world to me and all I feel like it that you don't even want to hold my hand.... Blessed Be Bitches!
What is there to write,
when words cannot describe,
the life that passes you by,
to be with me tonight.
my heart that's scarred inside,
lives within the lie,
Of Life's Dead Lullaby.
To please with in the pain,
By the souls of immortalism,
with what is lost,
you cannot regain,
Of Life's Dead Lullaby.
To watch the pain and sorrows,
of joy's lifeless breathes,
to be deep inside,
Of Life's Dead Lullaby.
Bless the night,
for it will not pass,
for the Angels,
do not sigh for me anymore,
and with each lifeless touch,
I will always think of you,
As Life's Dead Lullaby...
I wrote this one night thinking of some people I care about... you know who you are... I Love All Of My Friends... if I didn't then I wouldn't have chosen y'all you walk beside me on this journey that I am going through... I pick my friends carefully and if you didn't know that then just ask one of them... Y'all mean the world to me and all I feel like it that you don't even want to hold my hand.... Blessed Be Bitches!
have you ever
have you ever felt like you were trapped in a box and there was nothing to do you had no where to call your own you didnt even have your own space cause you felt like you werent allowed to have it???
have you ever understood what it was like when you stared into the glass where you used to trap bugs to watch them... i dont mean like understood the bugs but what the bugs must have felt like being watched and never allowed the privilege of being let free that one last time to breathe the air that gave them life???
have you ever felt like you were wearing clothes that were way too tight and you couldnt breathe right all you felt like you were
topic of love
When I write poetry I write things that I want to be remembered. I think of famous artist writers lovers and pretty much any one that I have fallen in love with by word song dance touch and taste. With this being said, I want to write on the topic of love, and I don't mean poetry. I hope this will inspire you my friends to think about this in a new light.
William Shakespeare, one of the most breathtaking authors is noted for saying, "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
When I hear it I think of the early morning, when the sun is slowly coming into the windows, and you can hear the birds talking while they are in search of food. I
jilted
Jilted
I am sorry that I hurt you
I am sorry that your mad
I am sorry you feel it needs to come to this
Despite all the love that we have
You said your feelings changed
And it was long ago, deep inside
I am sorry that I scared you off
For you to run and hide
All I want to do is kiss away your tears
For you are my hopes, my dreams, my anguish crying fears
For you I gave up smoking
And changed the way I am
Even though you say you don't feel the same
So to the slaughter I am the lamb
My love for you is still here
And it continues to grow deep inside
For you are my king and I hope day to be your queen
And not this jilted bride.
what about me
What about me?
What About Me???? Every one wants to know. My Life ebbs and my life flows. I see things through the eyes of the tortured souls. Because that where I was long ago. I saw the pain and fear in my mothers eyes. Let alone the Tell Tale lies. My father beat us and my mother cried. I got stronger and my mother went to hide. They got divorced and she married another. We allowed him to beat on us but then he turned to my brother. He is so frail, but strong inside. My fury burned and I let my fists ride. Like rockets burning as fast as that speed of light. I knew then this would not be the last fight. He'd get drunk and make a mess. I'd
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