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ChildhoodI used to skip down the streets singing romantic country songs that would remind me of the present.Childhood
They say, every day is a gift and that's why it's called the present.
I would wake up to a big metaphorical perfectly wrapped box
every morning to that same song I'd sing.
I used to love being me and I would smile in front of the mirror just to see what happiness looked like.
But I beg to differ with whoever "they" are who claim that every day is a big pink box with a silver bow.
All I want in the world is to be able to
by *medicatedxrainbows
When I look upWhen I look up, I see skies crowded with ominous gatherings of darkness, raining down sorrow and pain onto my shoulders. I see the sky crying out its own problems leaving me to wonder, wonder why I was the one chosen to wipe away the tears and patch up the sky again so the darkness can cease.When I look up
When I look up, I want to see a glorious blue enchantment above me and I want to feel like I'm dreaming. I want to be a spectator of the heavens opening up and taking the rest of the world to its afterlife.
Instead; I can only hope that patching up the
by *medicatedxrainbows
CarouselI’ve never thought of myself to be a deep person. I could dive into my thoughts and emotions and memories, and be swimming for a while. But does that make me deep; or just mean that I have a crowded head?Carousel
Some days I want to capture a cloud in my hands because I think that it is too great to be seen from the sky. I want to paint the sky pink and purple and orange like during a sunset, only it will stay like that forever.
Some days I want to stay asleep for days, shutting o
by *medicatedxrainbows
What is time.Time is a simple as the moving of a hand or as complicated as the passing of an event.What is time.
Seconds and hours and days and years
can go by and the clock keeps going.
It doesn't wait; or forgive; or sympathize; it just puts everything behind it and keeps going.
And if I were intelligent, I would build a machine to
stop it but when time is stopped, isn't it still going?
Because the empty hole when time is supposedly stopped it's still going along, quietly and stealthily it
by *medicatedxrainbows
YesterdayI never thought that reality could be so real.Yesterday
Yesterday, I didn't have to see you, or hear you, I just knew that you were there.
But today,
I can't see you, or hear you, I don't want to believe that you're not there anymore.
Yesterday, I looked at the photographs, and the memories.
But today, I throw the album to back of my closet to rot with the dust.
Yesterday, You were there for me,
just as you had been. As always. Through growing up, through moving away,
by *medicatedxrainbows
What you tell me.It's kind of sadWhat you tell me.
how
you tell me one thing
but it really means another.
You tell me that it's not my fault
even though it really is.
You don't tell me
what's really going on
for fear of making me worry.
But the real worry is
not knowing what's really going on.
It's funny how
you tell me truthless stories
about everything I do
and what will happen to me.
And when it's your fault;
you talk about yourself
in third person
to take the blame away;
to make it seem like
it's not
by *medicatedxrainbows
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Read Into It -optional-I want the trees to burst into flame and not feel the heat.Read Into It -optional-
I want to smash his head into my western window but only by accident.
I want a wistful cry as I drive away from the friendly people who had theirs first.
I want to get up and
leave but please take this lightly as I am not angry.
by ~vaguelyvivid
L i v i n g I n . . . L i v i n g I n . . .L i v i n g I n . . .
The walls are covered with lies, The bed is decorated fake, There's excuses outside, And denial by the rake.
False pictures, hanging here and there, Are there to show the world, Of people who don't care, And truth that has been stretched and twirled.
The fridge is filled with false-feel goods, As well as spoiled take out, The table and cupboards are made of artificial wood, And there's your pet, Deception, lurking about.
Dishes stained in the sink, Broken glass
by ~oWilloWo
Who Am I?Do you ever get that feeling As you lie awake at night Just sit and think, “ Who am I? What am I doing here tonight?”Who Am I?
The moon is full, the air is crisp It fills my lungs like mercury Just gaze up at the universe Down to the roots of the oak tree
The one you climbed when you were young So naive, but joyous and safe
This is my fondest memory This is my happy place
We’re older now and not so safe There’s sex and drugs and guns There’s suicides and broken hearts And loneliness, there’s tons
Ev
by ~FantomBlayde
Uhh.. I'm Confused.
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