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No body to receive the energy I seek to leave Abrasive, abrasive Confusion follows me No body to perceive the thoughts that captivate my lonely dreams
The mother walked into her home, Not expecting her story to be told in a poem.   But her life took a turn that day, There was no way
You had me fooled to think that you were right about everything.  But no you were trying to convince me to your side. Or at least the side you thought was right.  We are all wrong in different ways.
silence is golden, says everyone yet they never are. silence is a space of quiet,  air that is not full. silence is a person,  who is honored yet never speaks. silence is a powerful wind
Back By Force living on the edge and it's going to my head sitting up at night all alone in bed Following the rainbow to the sky I see a vision of you pass me by Got breaks in my mind
Coffee Talk you don't have to say you love me... as a bug snuggled in a rug, aroma...basking in the aroma a time well spent in thought
"In my eyes you are perfect" Even though in my head I'm wrecked "I'm thankful to have you in my life" This gave me million reasons to smile "I'm glad you are alive" Honey, I am dead inside.
written 08/07/16   The secrets we keep Just words between us, We carefully speak Perfectly hushed. But now I have questions And we are never alone, So I speak nothing
When I write I never ask why. I never had to think about it. It always just happened. But it wasn't until I noticed That I write to survive, I write because words can save lives.  
I got tired after a while I got tired of tapping people on the shoulder and they cover up their ears  I got tired of letting their  thoughts
This was never an easy walk.Just look at the scars of my heart, and they will talk.They'll show you my countless faults.My countless falls.
I remember the first thing I said to you. It went something like "Hi, I like to growl" geez I was so nervous to speak. I turned red as you brushed it off and askedmy name. It's Kat, no Ashley, it's 
She saw Him He saw Her   Both on contacts with the eye   whatever were the distractions to be   it was but a sweet meet   a sweet feast a joyous joy
saintly at a Saint's college, theY wEre to be at, Being at the same halls anD. the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now,   Part bY part. thEy fell apart,
What gives? What takes? What mends? What breaks? What heals? What hurts? What strips? What girts? What never dies? What lives on? What tells lies? What are our songs?
I love you At night I dream of you I will not hide it from you My future is blank without you   I am hurting So scared to tell the truth In front of everyone I pretend I am scared
I share my story And I dream I am not what anyone expects of me   I am beautiful And strong I will always stand tall   You can say what you want, What you think
I’m talking to you, And I see the weight fall off your shoulders and onto your face
I have a million sentences  Brewing Swirling in my minds teapot Spinning in circles,  Steeping Waiting to be poured Out Into your cup, 
      Do you breathe in whistles, sir? Because every time I walk by that is all I hear.
it's late 
Silence is golden, it’s perfect Silence is what you’ve come to expect. You expect to have nothing heard. The silence, keeping back all the minds thoughts classified as absurd.
If I could talk to you, I would tell you how hard its been without you here.
  Bro, you can’t fly You don’t even have wings I’m not saying give up But please, PLEASE Stop jumping off of buildings This is not an action movie No. You can’t call “Cut”
There was a boy who found a girl cute.
Oh teacher,oh teacher,How lost we each are. Both reaching,both searching,knowing we are not truly showing who we are. Will they listen now?Will they react now?Are their signs on how they fare?
Me
Taylor Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier Daughter of Jim and Tammy Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour Sad at Funerals
Growing up I was differnt from the norm wheather is the way I talk, think or dress there was always something wrong.   I was always told that I was too quiet, too nice, too clumsy and too navie for the real world
Your knoweldge of the world is high But is that a reason to undermind me? Just because I dont understand the material doesnt mean I cant see I know you have a Bachelor Degree Maybe even a Masters
I was once something that carried a message with ideas, emotions, and a purpose, made from thoughts. For only a short time do I exist to serve my purpose, 
We have talked but the conversations are so slim. The clouds Quickly seem to dim. I see pictures And I think you need a trim. We are far But I will never forget him.
A flick of the wrist An expression of surprise Nods, and eye contact Baldness and balding Business dress Causal Ties and dress shirts, Attention to detail Plead pants and shined shoes
Suffocating in darkness As a diseased light paved my way I attempted to scale the barriers That separated me from the outside where life thrived
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