random junkFriends:
All that's left of yesterdayTruth or consequence, Say it a loud.All that's left of yesterday
Will you be standing there when they all drown?
Take all your evidence, rip down your walls.
You can’t escape yourself, just let them all fall.
There’s an ache that you can’t erase.
A yearning: that you can’t embrace.
You want her, and you need her.
Yet you act like she’s not there.
So you push and you pull that hole inside yourself.
But you can’t make that hunger disappear.
You kno
Won't be home again.You've never seen something so unique Everything I wanted to be Locked up in your fortress. Devoted souls, worshiping her temptress. Tell me why, help me understand. Why I wasn't good enough,Won't be home again.
Why I wasn't strong enough. I am lacking in every single way. I vowed to stand by your side, My trust... Betrayed.
So much disrespect,
Is this you're looking for? Some grungy goddess, Scattered across yourself Dangerous like mercury to you? I pray she shows you pity. Vicious pity against your soul. Taste the fear in her sweat,
I am sorry to tel
I can't help you anymoreI can’t help you anymore.I can't help you anymore
I hear you crying, exhausted, panting… out of breath. Collapsed on the floor, wondering why you got yourself into this mess. This fear that binds you, I’m so sorry you can’t figure out who you are.
So run, run away Hate me if it makes you feel good.
I can’t help you anymore. I honestly wish I could.
I know how it feels,
To want it to go away… to want to fight it all away. Want to wash it all away. You have been looking in the mirror for so long Fearing that it’s your soul on the other side. Jus
ignite your bones.there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms. when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets. but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful. poetry, though; she knows most people don't understand it. she knows she doesn't understand it. she knows that when she's dying the cells of her skin with blue ink, she doesn't understand why. she doesn't understand how a laugh can taste like strawberries or how eyelids have secrets written in them. but she knows that it's how she's feeling.ignite your bones.
she'll be beautiful none the less, though. her pretty words that are s
thanks so much for the fav on 'ya caught me' !!!![link]
later!!!^^
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Stick and stones may break her bones, But names could make her starve herself to death.
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J.B. Lewis
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"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." (Proverbs 3:5-6)
later!^^V peace!!
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i like your poems, they have a lotta feeling to them. :]
keep it up! they're beautiful!
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"The devil's best trick was making the world believe that he never existed."
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Stick and stones may break her bones, But names could make her starve herself to death.
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The greater the artist, the greater the doubt; perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize." Robert Hughes, Time Magazine
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