Swell
I <3 pudding
All The Berries Taste The SameThe dock was wet and the air was thin The cruise was short and so was her temper My pale coat clashed with her dress PastelAll The Berries Taste The Same
No clue as to our destination But getting through the crowd was my concern Or at least it was until I saw a lovely face Pastel
Her gaze never met mine She too was in a hurry However she reached out her hand Gracefully
Without thinking I grazed it with my own Until the tips of our finger met I locked mine She locked hers And we both let go
Her gaze never met mine She too was in a hurry &
The Roots Are Drying UpWrite a little and you will see ink Speak a little and you will hear words What they mean is how you interpret yourselfThe Roots Are Drying Up
If the tree never fell in the woods Perhaps I'd think I was deaf But the noise came nonetheless
It Rippled my peace With an enthusiasm I could smell it And it made me think
It was a stamp A colorful one at that But it didn't add to the blandness
The paper was the same color The sound was transparent "Don't confuse me" I said
And the moment I think about it I laugh It's ridiculous &nbs
Good and NightA film sparked this A poem fueled it An emerging guilt stopped itGood and Night
I forget how easily the human mind can see things so incorrectly
To think that the freedom of speech entitles others to hurt one another
I'm no different I wrote countless lines Of the asinine
They are stored away
Hopefully never to be discovered by me
We are the same you see What brings me joy Brings you joy What hurts me Hurts everyone
We are human
Sin is Sin
An eye for... a passing fancy
GraffitimaybeI’m too young to keep good love from going wrong.maybe
hectic and hollow he has a hold on her heart
drained of conviction he searches for solace in part
she invokes in him
the past to which he’s creating an immunity
she deals out a dose one that’s much too daunting to believe
i take responsibilities for my lies he doesn’t even take responsibilities for his truths
there’s something so tragic
about love between youths
Tired
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bleeder monkey
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“ Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid that they're going to leave.”
-Marilyn Manson
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“ Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid that they're going to leave.”
-Marilyn Manson
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Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1
Thanks for the
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"If I ask you only one thing, I'll ask you to believe in me."
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