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Gliding through the frozen ice portrayed as time, It is so easy to forget the memorable events That paints the portrait of the world. Yet, with one more careful glance
My headphones are already loud But I turn up the noise in an effort to ignore the turmoil downstairs I don't mean to listen I don't want to listen I'd rather not but
She didn't know why Her anti-suicide talks Wouldn't work on her.
What is a wave, A wave in the sea, What is a wave on the shore? I am a wave, A wave on the sea, I crash against the shore! Why am I here, Just to be there,
Darkness Darkness; continuous, deep, perpetual darkness. Constant. Soulless. Empty dark space.
You're tired so very tired
I was born as a boy with two siblings,
At the end of the day, when the flashback startsThe brilliant rays of the sun isall I’ll remember
Words.Words.Words.Words. All around us. Inside us. About us. Biography. Why me? Because the words flow. An Animal fights and claws at the lining of my soul. Ripping inward to pull itself outward. Shadows
Poetry is a language spoken by many, Though only some choose to be eloquent writters. I write to illuminate my world. I write to open my eyes, to uncover everything in diguise.
Unbroken silence Quiet is all around me My eyes search for sound Seeing is hearing Even what is not spoken Eyes hear everything Life with no hearing Silence is normal for me My life is not loud