Island of Solitude - changedIn complete solitude I wait Longing to be touched Longing to be kissed Longing to be loved Standing alone I begin to contemplate Where did it all go wrong? Was it my fault?Island of Solitude - changed
You seemed so happy but it was all a lie I should have guessed I should have known From the every night fights Constant bickering never giving it a rest I knew deep down what was wrong But I didn’t want my instinct to win.
Every night I was watching you dying Slowly fading away from me The light in your eyes, Which showed so much hope Went dim before it
PreciousA body of perfection, Angelic hazel eyes, Full-pouting lips, Height of a model, Figure to die for, Glamorous looks to kill, To captivate any man alive.Precious
If only they knew what lay inside, Suicidal tendencies waiting to erupt, Lonely nights of self hatred Wishing that somebody would love her, For her, not who she knows Or what she can provide, But only her looks matter.
Why should she disappoint them? Somebody like her doesn’t know how it feels To cry herself to sleep every night Wishing she never existed, Wanting to find th
The King of ThievesHe arrived in the night, Nobody ever knew he existed Or where he came from, But after that night They all remember his name.The King of Thieves
He appeared out of nowhere Like that from a magicians act, Emerging in a puff of smoke, Feared by all around him Except for the one who was forgiving.
He started his career small By stealing things unnoticeable, But then he saw something Which intrigued him with its beauty, Enticing him with its exquisite glow.
He stole the most precious thing of all, A mysterious ruby key Which unlocked an icy box,
VoicesDesperate minds Searching Racing Trying to find A reason behind Things happeningVoices
Can’t be explained
Too little time So many things People hurting Crying So much pain
About to explode Frustration growing Reaching a climax So many questions No true answers Constant lies
Deceitfulness expanding No more trust Social isolation Everybody scared Frantically struggling alone So little hope
Pouring Coffee Hearts.She has a choice to make. It’s not really a choice though, because people like to think of a choice as something like – “Do we have spaghetti for dinner or steak? Should I wear a skirt or pants today?”Pouring Coffee Hearts.
Simple choices.
A choice of such complexities, a choice like this can have no such resolution.
She and David are getting married next Spring. Not because they can’t bear to be without each other, feel the need to express in front of all their friends their intention to love each other passionately until death do them part. Because they fit together well. He is a provider, she is a nurturer. Th
twenty-five places at once1. Maybe there is a girl somewhere with a heart that hangs outtwenty-five places at once
of a hunched spine, spluttering all over like fireworks and broken taps, maybe she ties her hair back like seven year olds for reasons like: not to smudge cells that try to hide under floorboards
and to tuck everything back inside, like something red
wound up in elastic bands that only beats
every five point two seconds
The windows does not need to be closed right now, they empty like dirty bathtubs, organs slosh around in soil
and leave mud prints on fingers.
2. Maybe there is a gir
With YouWith YouWith You
Soft skin Stealing sweet salt Seals the silent sunrays. Serenity is strangely sad With you .
In This RoomIn this room so much has gone on, All the memories made drive me mad. In this room we've laughed and cried, And in this room we've fought, we've loved. In this room I've beat myself, How could I have been so blind, so stupid? In this room we smiled, we talked Of what our made-up perfect future had for us. In this room we danced and sang, To a world we thought to be ours. In this room I cried alone, With what pain, misery, loneliness friendship brought me. In this room we touched and cared, As if nothing could be so divine. And in this room I ask myself why, &nIn This Room
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Love peace and chicken grease
~Sol the trance tiger goddess =^_^=
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thank you so much for the favourite on my poem!
means alot to me
2. Thanks so much for the watch.
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Often there is no more than a little plaque to reveal that, against all gynecological probability, someone very famous was born halfway up a wall
At the moment I've only checked out his poetry but I haven't read much by him.
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