Sit with meSit with me, Ill take you in. Absorb your words Feel those sins.Sit with me
There was a time, When we exploded into silence Hurtling toward the past Such innocent violence,
It Burnt my eyes So kiss your lips Stop the fire, I cant desire. Stop the fire.
Hold me close The sun WILL rise Summertime It's our demise
So ill sit with you Ill take you in But how do i understand Those carefree sins.
She will Always win.She will Always win.
Confidence personified The glare of her youth burns me Consuming me Plagiarizing me I no longer feel anymore I have nothing left that she hasn't taken
Her affluent smile steals the sun A constant presence, Cold to touch Asphyxiating my past Caging a distant future I grasp her hand as she sinks away Is she still there anymore?
A replusive, bewitching clone is left holding me... Instructed by the monotonous puppeter
Journal of RevengeHello. Insert pleasant greeting here. I've started to hate you again. A rage, a plague, a broken window With bleeding fists. It's just the memories of you Making me like this..Journal of Revenge
A chance encounter, or a phone call. Everything helps me to see red, blue murder. I could kill you. Something. Or someone.
Hello. I'm calmer now. Now it's gone. The traces, The faces, the places. Gone. Outta sight, outta mind.. Lost. &nb
Under the Vault of blue sky...I lie on my back, in that sun filtered meadow,Under the Vault of blue sky...
Under the vault of sultry blue sky My hazel eyes drift aimlessly to the green horizon,
As they often did.
The echoes of the drunken slurs of your voice rebound, And resound, from the distance. I tear my eyes away, and pick up my old jacket, As the ghost of my six year old self trails dejectedly before me, To The House of my childhood. How quickly a storm can brew, and erupts with tear like drops of gin. How it soaks, and darkens everything…
I trace my way through the rooms
And stop at the doorway, the sh
13th March
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I just want to feel inspired...
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This species has amused itself to death.
From this time, unchained, We’re all looking at a different picture, Through this new frame of mind, A thousand flowers could bloom, Move over, and give us some room...
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I go to bramston sixth form
Stupid poo bums still make us swipe in everywhere!
They will soon get us wearing stripey suits and breaking rocks at this rate!
Grrness
My dream is to be a prosthetic make up artist,
And i hope to attend Wimbledons Art University
Yup yup
I love meeting new people, but can be really shy!
I ADOREEE My friends...
A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.
~Lois Wyse
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