A Broken Mirror
Insecurities wash over me due to my past. maybe it has influenced me to think like this. the memories will live on until i die. that is not a lie. it cannot be erased.
As I Watch
Is this retribution from my past or is this some curse that has forever to last all of the venomous words i said will forever be replayed in my head.
Move-meant...
Long before my time, i keep emotions close at heart dependent on the dim lighting i reach out for someone i've been mentally fighting beside a bed as breath is taken so sure i think back at my sickness, & how i seem to have found a cure deleted from my
Inside myself
..... it's....my blood colored grandfather clock im running out of time...to knock i have nothing i am nothing but a mysterious slime, that's anything but a shock because i can't cry all because of my past crimes but
Poem of the past at last.
I know i will be looking on the future and ever making my past look like breakable glass, smashing through it so i can be happy at last.
My dream in story form... Atleast I think it's a dream
Found some of my past pets... i was scared as he approached me again, this time saying "you shouldn't be here, but once again, i will reverse the sins you have made..."
Histoire
The ghosts of my past fathers call and ask that i impart that which is sacred; the knowledge of the past lives of this house. the butler and his many masters. the maid and her many beds she has made.
drama
Will i ever find happiness in this drama time after time i've tried but found no relief from trail and tribulations from this drama i pray at night for no more drama crying please lord save me from my pain and sorrow now 14 and still running from my
A drunken life pt.1
Gone, i finally find peace in a mess of a mind spreading a thought a mile long, i walk slow into the meaning as i lose my way, i mumble a verse of pain instead of singing slowly i lowly fall into another i don't care waking shaking in a cold alleyway, my
Dusk's Adventure day 1
Lumen: i'm a jirachi so i'm really old, but most my past is just sleep. when awake, i would grant wishes for a week and go back to sleep.
Random Poetry
When i turn my head to look out the window, when i look up and see the path ahead staring straight into the darkness and its bellow with uncertainty and fear, the path i slowly tread the clutches of my past slowly loosen, leaving me astray the
intelligent life part 4
"snow i was not going to hurt her we were talking about part of my past that causes me pain. about my past mate that i will never see again and how.....how" he snapped at her once turned and walked away from both of them.