Break OutPeeking out from underneath the cocoon I've made for myself, I see a whole new world. I see bustling people, running, screaming, emotions on triple time. They don't make much sense but inside I want to feel apart of something. I can see the friendships and the hatred, every little detail. And I want to join them. I want to fill my heart with friendships, fill it to the brim with hatred, to add so much love that it explodes. Right now I just want to feel. I've buried myself away, into a state that's detached from everyone else. I want to try again, to make it in this world. There's one thing stopping me; the fear that is palpitating in my stomBreak Out
Take My HandI want to reach out and grab your hand. I want you to know who I am. I want you to feel the blood coursing through my veins. I want you to feel the pulse in my wrist; see how fast my heart is pounding. I want you to understand me. I want you trace your fingers up and down my arms, to send those shivers down my spine. I want your touch on my skin. I want you to know how you make me feel. Sleepless nights I’ve spent dreaming of you. I’ve spent my days aching for you to the point of my heart almost breaking. So come a little closer, please. Take my cold hand in yours and make my heart pound. Make me warm inside. You seem to be the onlyTake My Hand
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The thought that countsMy death won’t be wasted Unless you let it fade away Without veils and trails Of tears and decayThe thought that counts
I want to look back And remember them fondly But I fear that they hate me Or don’t feel as strongly
Oh, I wish I was like you You are my ideal It sounds pretty “out there” But I know what I feel
I know it sounds real bad But she’s really retarded: She never thinks, only talks And I’m not even started
She believes in the movies And I can do is pity I am afraid I will say “told you
Happy New Year!
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Me- The pen is squeaky, it is 2am in the morning I cant write !
Poetry- Bullshit.
Me- Bullshit. *writes*
The Life of a Writer
Oy Vey.
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Summer's pretty boring except for work and stuff.
How about you?
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Take a look at my poetry and give it some comments. How 'bout it, eh?
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Check out my flickr account!
Your stuff is good. I like it. I've only looked at a few so far but from what I've seen, it looks really good.
It's good to have you back on DA. (:
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Take a look at my poetry and give it some comments. How 'bout it, eh?
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Check out my flickr account!
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little man on a corner
somethin pokin it's his boner
but he don't got a big one
'cuz his name is alex gaskarth
and original song by Jack Barakat:[link]
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Take a look at my poetry and give it some comments. How 'bout it, eh?
[link]
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little man on a corner
somethin pokin it's his boner
but he don't got a big one
'cuz his name is alex gaskarth
and original song by Jack Barakat:[link]
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