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To Not SeeTo see, is a natural for most But if you have it you shouldn't boast Fore those who don't, life is rough Because feeling is just not enough Running into things left and right Even when it is daylight Wanting my mom to look at the stars with me Her saying she hasn't seen them since she was thirteen I see a tear run down her cheek Then i finally feel what she goes through week by week Wishing i could take away her sorrow But the miracle for that i do not know She told me "you choose to be happy or not" Inside she is sad but still smiles a lot Why hideTo Not See


The End"You are mine, all mine" You mine, all mine What happened to us? Did I wear the wrong shirt, is it something i said? Last time I saw you, I couldn't leave Maybe because deep down inside I knew it would be the last I miss you so much You are always on my mind Everything seems to fall now No more smiles on my face Where's your calls, where's your letters Don't wait for me, you make the move I guess that is it It's all over, huh? Well I had my fun I knew it wouldn't last for long All I got left is the memories and pictures of you What do IThe End


Trapped butterflyFealing trapped. Life is a routine. Same damn activities week after week: School, skating, work School, skating, work School, skating, work When the hell is it going to end?!Trapped butterfly
Depended on by many, I can't just quit and run Wishing I could move on and live on my own Move far, far away from here Go to college Get my dream career Start my own family
I'm too young... &


HopeAs I live for tomorrow in the midst of today A since of ease is for what I pray. While crimson skies and pestilence reign, I desire not add on to the existing pain. Wars on terror, poverty, and hunger are fought with those deemed underprivileged are after thoughts Wealth is maintained by nations Hesitation occurs when treating this devastation Alas, I ask for society to be granted a glorious peace, and despair’s spawns shall come to a cease.Hope
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