He's a lone wolf Traveling through the wilderness Looking for the tenderness † He can only get from love † He's lost ever battle † And has nothing on his mantle † And he howls to the moon above † He howls to the moon above † †† She's a little lamb † A stray that's broken from her herd † A lonely girl as gentle as a bird † Who wasn't thinking about love † He manages to maneuver her † And he finds himself using her † And he howls to the moon above † He howls to the...
I struggle with the thought of not being good enough. Good enough to be seen or even noticed by anyone. I struggle with wanting to hear others talking to me instead of only hearing their silence. I struggle to keep my thoughts good instead of having my thoughts turn evil and trying to convince me everyone secretly hates me. I struggle with am I good enough or if I should succumb to my evil thoughts and let them win.
The pursuit of the archaic romantic fiction of royal and aristocratic blood!
By Stanley Collymore
Oh the irony! Of the rabid rabid right coupled with their odious organ grinders so ad nauseam banging on in their chagrin, over the † right to free speech and † freedom of expression, quite dishonestly and † disingenuously very † self-absorbedly to; furiously angered no noticeably-so platform, given † for their kind.
Now look at them self- righteously fuming. And only because † the National Trust have in † their moral wisdom, but † these racist...
Here I am as a woman as I fight back the tears from falling from my eyes, as they fall from the depth and deepness of my heart exposing the mere truth of my hurt and pain. For you promise me that you weren't like all the others men's I had within my life, but yet I've come to realize that it was all nothing more than lies as you broke my heart in two. As you tried to convince me that what you were giving me was love, when in fact it wasn't really love at all just another knot upon your belt. For you never truly understood what it means to love someone unconditionally with honor and respect....
A memory buried, six feet under On an unmarked grave; left a riddle The shovel tossed out, in the ocean Traces of blood, cleaned with bleach Mind being protective like a mother Cut out the once trauma I faced Replaced the hole, with teddy bears
From time to time, the earth shakes Innocence cracks, for hell to breathe Adamant to jump, into inferno Join my circle, of leafless trees But mother tweaks my chemicals With sleep and indulgence In alcohol and lechery Blue screens and THC.
She wanders through the crowd As is she wasn't there. No one acknowledges her presence She is not but a breath of air. She opens her mouth but no sound is heard. She walks but leaves no footprint in the sand. She feels no warmth within her heart She hears no one call her name.
There's nothing more painful As being alone in a crowd. Nothing so crushing As having no voice.
See her Hear her Feel her love She has so much she wants to give.
Quando ti guardo negli occhi / When I look at your eyes
E ce ne stiamo seduti al tavolo, Tu mi fissi, ma io guardo altro. E guardami! Esclami. No, rispondo dentro di me. Hai forse paura? Sorridendo dici. No, altre erano le mie paure. Allora ti faccio schifo! No, ma non rispondo. Credi che sono un animale? Ma non ti capisco.
Il tempo passa, Si parla, non so cosa si dice, Sfuggentemente, Vedo un impressione strana, Come fosse arrabbiato, O forse sta cercando di alzare il petto, Come a invitarmi a guardarlo. E lo guardo, ma non vedo niente. Lo osservo,...
I am my own worst enemy. I know my weaknesses. I know how to tear myself down, leave myself hopeless, confused, betrayed. It's funny how I think I'm only looking out for myself, When I'm really looking for how to make myself fall. I cannot hide from myself. I'm always lurking, waiting for a sign of weakness, Predicting the next move, Begging to pounce. I'm addicted to self destruction. I fuck myself and it kills me to know that it's all my fault. Yet I'm still breathing. It makes no sense. It's not logical. It's not...
I think of you like a brother Letís just be friends You deserve better I would be poison for you Nice guys finish last Iím comfortable with how things are Life is complicated right now I just donít see you that way
I get that Iím good Just not bad enough I deserve someone good Someone thatís not you You try to be nice Well, usually anyway But after 30 years of rejection Iíve had enough. Iím away.