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 Jul 2017 halioth
Mike Hauser
All my intentions
Are purely fiction
To get you to think that they're true

I'm on a mission
To get your attention
And with it I don't plan to lose

To get you to listen
And eventually give in
When you feel it's what you must do

No matter how distant
A space that you give them
You'll soon see the lasting value

In the hugging and kissing
With the lip collision
When you find out how I feel about you
 Jun 2017 halioth
Ryan Holden
I just don't know what
To do, I'm haunted by the
Whispers of my past.
 Jun 2017 halioth
Lauramihaela
I am no flower
Only just blooming from a seed;
I am a tree, rooted in experience
 May 2017 halioth
Ryan Holden
Dark clouds,
Pollution fills air with dust,
Melted paintwork,
Cars rust,
The world is cold,
Hearts, brains and souls,
Full of mould.

Innocent animals die,
Innocent children cry,
The peaceful natural world
We once lived in,
Is full of death,
Heart break and sin.

I struggle to find a kind person,
The more I try and help
The more it seems to worsen,
If you're in doubt
About the life you live
Put on a smile,
Ask more and give.

For the world a bitter place,
So pick yourself up
An exception to the human race,
When you wake up grin
Share the laughter,
Eventually you'll wish
You did after.

If you feel times are tough,
Go explore, see the world,
You haven't seen enough,
Meet new people, meet new friends,
And fall in love,
Before your soul is caught
In a star from above.

Small children in poor countries,
Don't have healthy water,
But families go out and buy
A new car for their daughter.

With the world always spinning
Throughout the years,
All you're doing is sat
Shedding tears,
Just sit for a moment
Open your eyes and ears
It's not all bad,
When you've got family,
Friends and beers.
My final version of this, one of my originals but thought I'd go back and finish it :D
 May 2017 halioth
Ryan Holden
When I was a child
We threw stones outside our home,
Wishing time away.
 May 2017 halioth
Ryan Holden
Thorns give us scratches,
But not all can take insults,
With delicate skin.
 Apr 2017 halioth
Lunar Vacancy
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him.
Many people thought he was crazy and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that.
If you were so unhappy that even the craziest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it.
It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs.
There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better.
Everyone has their yellow paint.
One of my favorites
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