my heart is lifted slightly
Above the emptiness
That slowly has confined me
I let go, and sink deeper
into that place I cant open up to
The overlapping thoughts of time
the mindless words my heart beats to
Cause if I dive in
Its so difficult to escape
It leaves a scar upon my conscience
and reminds me of the pain I can take
I second guess my happiness
Maybe secretly I play make-believe
Like the little girl I once was
Only this time I can finally see
That happiness no longer exists
You make it what you want it to be
It isnt handed out in bundles
It comes from the triumphs of misery
Maybe my day will come
When the misery will be gone
But right now sitting by myself
I know there is something that is wrong
I know it in my gut
To the very depths of my soul
That beneath the skin and tissue
I am made of holes
... This is something I just wrote, don't take it too seriously, it just kind of came out, it feels unfinished though.





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and that is how babies are made
I meant what I said and said what I meant, an elephant...... never becomes a whore
heureux le grille-pain vous bombarde dans la douche!
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Inspire me!!!
LOVE CANNOT SAVE LIFE FROM DEATH, BUT IT CAN FULFILL LIFE'S PURPOSE
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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You poor little victim! The world is so cruel to men, wah~! - KingNorth
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"And what cats have to tell on each return from Hell is this: that dying is what the living do, dying is what the loving do, and that dead dogs are those who do not know that dying is what, to live, each has to do."
Curiosity - Alastair Reid
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Keeping quiet makes the silence last longer...
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Keeping quiet makes the silence last longer...
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