Beautiful they come in presence
Each different but unique in their special way
Unlimited wonders they bring surely they are a gift from God worth not harming or mistreatment of any kind but treatment of a royal highness to the highest order
Pillars they are that could support all of the pain of the world and still come out looking stronger and beautiful in those high hills they wear, Also with a smell of an unpicked Rose from the ground
A drug they are to men worth being addictive to if untaken for certain period of time could symbolise death as they roam the mind of those who accept them as they are not something else
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
The more i try to fit in the more i get pushed aside
I'm the red Apple in the green Apple's tree
The more I try to paint myself to be like them I just make a joke of myself, And end in teas that can fill full a coffee mug
With these people life is like living in the moon no matter how hard you i try to stay on the ground gravity just pull me away into deep space were i can die alone
My very best is never good enough why
I'm stuck in a quicksand trying to be free but no one is reaching out to grab my hands
I'm tired now i fill like sleeping and wake up and this existence will just be a nightmare i just woke up to of an alone child wishing if things were different
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
Walking
walking
walking slowly it begins to be dark but i am still far away from home but
walking
walking, The bids flying find their way home nest in the tree's where their family is
walking
walking still far from home
walking
walking, The night creatures awaken from their long sleep hungry for a meal to eat so they may sleep once more yet i keep
walking
walking scared i may be but i will keep walking home is where i am going
walking i hear wolves houl under the full moon yet i keep walking until i came to a stop in front of a house inside i hear laughing and happiness warming the house then i smile am home.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
The death one's warking the street the is hunger in their belies,The is brain wash in their minds,The is horrified in the minds of the living every one is scared out of their boots,The devil is praised its his i deal of a world the streets ar forbbiden by the living but a shoping mall for the dead for food,The hunters are now the pray for the dead
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Corn Artist he calls him self an artist but he cannot think he lacks talent but yet he wants fame but he does not wanna work for it his choice is to steal take what does not belong to him,He is a corn artist he is a corn artist
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
Love is an emotional bond that one person has towards another,grand i fill the love of a child torwads their elder love that is worth many words that one cannot say from the heart somethimes but u cant see that its like im a foreiner to u i share ur blood in my vains but i dont matter in ur ayes i crie right in front of u to share my tear my pain my sorrow toward ur face but dat dont matter
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Agument is like a burning sun brings death to anythng that comes near,Even ice cold does nt have effect it boils too and become hot
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Life is a pain life is a rush,Life is difficult,Life is a mass,Life is a broken flower,Life is holow life brings tear sometimes i just wannah let go
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
I may work alone in the shadows of darkness,I wont be afraid,I may have night mares at night,I wont be afraid,U may tease me all the time,I wont be afraid,U may tell me that im ugly,I wont be afraid,U may tell me of the wrong things in the world,I still iwont be afraid because god made me the way i im for a reason and he or she is my proctecter and i shall fear nathing
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Waw!,Memories on a sleep less night flashing through the mind set of mine,As if it was yesterday i miss the days i used to talk to u all the time every second of every day moment's of loughter crazeynes and joy and the sad ones,I miss the felling i used to get when i was with u the felling of having buterflys in my stomach,The way i used to get when i was around u loosing the words to say,The thing i miss mostly about u is telling u how beatiful u ar bt now i geas is about time i move on even though im still in love with you as u stil have a piace of my heart with u,The night to me is stil a reminder of what we have as the star'z remind me every time alook up
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC