The Night's Song : Chapter Two
"i-i didn't realize you felt that way 'mani," he whispered, "i thought you felt the same way." i glared daggers at him, tucking my legs under my rump. he sat back and looked at the ground.
Suicide is the key to life!
I have not yet once, seen, heard of, or for the shortest of moments thought it was a good idea, for two opposing teams, to band together, and for one of those teams to help the other team beat the living crap out of themselves.
Say-m...
I walk in circles at times, forgetting i have nowhere to be lost in heartfelt moments, i drift through days lost in times no longer free always wandering memories never far from thought i can't seem to settle the hopes still high above clouds never ending
Night thoughts - 38. Because Y knot
Night thoughts - 38. - because y knot for another trip, i sip easy, into the storm of an unsteady mind remembering to forget anything worth while i may find still running in place, the world passes by so fast first to see the race beginning, i somehow
Peace-full...
Night thoughts - 37. - because why not peace-full slow & steady, dust is shown from heavy hands glass long broken, footsteps remain in times priceless sands muscles move aching among twist & turns long forgotten holes make up most of the remains on
Search’in...
Night thoughts - 86. - y knot... search'in...
A drunken life pt.1
Wallet almost empty, vision fading into the night a quick slip & trip to the cold ground refreshes a hot thought as i make my way into another neon light in my best, i give another bar a test, putting down what i hope to be enough helping
Peacefully frustrating people...
Peacefully frustrating people... Too many times too late to imagine becoming more than a dream Drift east into a restless ocean of never-endings till you find a slow stream Deep enough to sink into eternity, stay above the below Give no doubt to...
Night thoughts - 30. - Because why not?
Night thoughts - 30. - because why not? for some reasons, the seasons seem colder as i grow older in feeling mentally, the same.
life looking backwards
Just thoughts on a song that changed my views on life. its so powerful, raw, and deep. the question is do we really matter or is it that we never really mattered in the first place, just pebbles in a pond sending small ripples?
Broken Home
What do you make of a broken family? A motherless home. Incompletion, separation, angst and longing. Wonder, where is she? Did I miss her? Yes. Was she here? Only for a little. To not have you in my life, I cry. Please just come home. And...
power of ideas (poem)
sorry if it sucks, i dont write poetry very often. blank verse and haiku's are all i got :P Confusion Words words words, So small, they are an idea Words cant cut skin or crack bones Words cant stop bleeding or heal like medicine ...