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I sit in the darkness as I stare up at the moon above me. I hear your voice and know I will be okay. Even if Ты are dead and gone Ты are always with me. When I cry Ты are with me. When I laugh Ты are with me. When I dream Ты are with me. When I can't find Ты I get scared. But moments later Ты there to hold my hand. Only I can see you. Your body may not be here but your spirit is with me. It feels as if Ты have never gone. Now I feel much better because I know now Ты can never be taken away from me again. I may die someday but don't worry because Ты are with me.
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I Любовь you"
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I Любовь you"
Your words may stay trapped
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as Ты simmer and cook.
Ты give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
Ты will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
Ты are trapped,
Ты are your own
enemy; your own life
Ты have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now Ты may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as Ты simmer and cook.
Ты give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
Ты will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
Ты are trapped,
Ты are your own
enemy; your own life
Ты have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now Ты may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
Phasing in
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
Цвета blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can Ты tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
Цвета blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can Ты tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head или that. Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason. It's a choice between this diseased hand или that diseased hand. We are criminals who defy law. They are criminals who defy freedom. Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck. While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a нож in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles and огонь at every president, every senator, every statesman. Wake up. There won't be any change. In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise.
My сердце has been punctured
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So Ты think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So Ты think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
this is a poem i wrote. i hope everyone likes it. this is the first time i have Опубликовано any of my writings. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moonlight comes through the window and softly hits on your face
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
