A person is not injured, by just a gentle poke, But words can hurt, like whips and chains, and scars they may evoke.
Everyone is a genius, but some pass our talents by. Like How can a bird that is born in a cage, be expected to stand up and fly?
What's a shark without its teeth, a bee without its sting?it seems that It's only the small details, that make us afraid of things.
The paint is dripping slooooowly down the wall.
Skipping, dripping, I watch it fall.
Playing silent games
Tag! You're it! They seem to say
But then it dries, people pass by, but no one really sees. that paint is not just paint, but a can of possibilities.
If they saw your soul
Saw through your plastic smile,
You'd be left alone.
If I saved your soul
Erased everything you've done,
You'd just have more slaves to ****.
So what should I do?
They say it's not my problem
But someone has to.
So who will save them?
You really have to me stopped.
It is my problem!
Words are magic. You can make dreams come to be. You can fight with Knights dragons, while drinking a cup of tea. But in all the books, and as much as you look, a charicters legacy, will always live on, and never be gone, if you only stop to dream.
You think that a mirror shows your being? you depend on looks to hypnotize your bootlickers. There is more to a person than just looks, and you don't seem to know that. You have a soul, a damaged one. But it has some parts untouched by evil. And see, the thing is, you aren't mean to me, but I've seen the way you treat people, and that is what bothers me most about you. I don't hate you, but I hate what you have done to other people. People who's souls are untouched by evils and are oblivious to your faults. Oblivious to the truth. I know that deep down I there, that you have a good heart, and care for at least one being on this planet, but some people can't see through the makeup and plastic smile. And they need to wake up, wake up from the lies so they can live and love freely.
The first time we kissed you tasted like coffee, toothpaste, and happiness.
We were content
The second time you tasted like blueberries, tea, and sadness.
I couldn't believe it
The third time, you tasted like jello, medicine, and worry
How did this happen?
The last time we kissed you tasted like blood, dust, and death.
Goodbye, I loved you
inspired by the bunker podcast episode: crumbly, sugary slivers of hope
No two lives will be the same, everything is timed perfectly.
when you pass someone, even for a second, you become part of their story.
try to imagine the thoughts going through their heads as you pass them.
Look through their eyes
Try to connect everything
does the sound of the car line up with a song stuck in your head?
Or is the number of stars the number of days it took you to get here in time??
Everything happens for a reason, everything is planned
everyone is just part of a symphony called life and the universe dances to our music.
All you ever wanted, was to find a home.
A fortress of security where you could safely roam.
And when i first saw you, the feeling was divine
You may not be human, but your my K9
And through it is unusual, declaring love to fur..
My life is changing quickly, but thats okay cause i have her.
Theres a girl that smiles and waves whenever i see her
Theres a girl that hugs me when we pass
Theres a girl that i can spot from a mile away and i don't even know her name
Theres a girl that i feel like i have known forever when we have never even talked to each other
Theres a girl that had eyes like the stars and a laugh like the ocean
Theres a stranger.
One is a match
Two is a candle
Three is a flame
Four is the wick
Five is the wind
When you left to heaven, we were all afraid. But now you are a guardian, to whom we all we have preyed, your memory still lingers, and forever it will stay, for in this time of darkness, love will lead the way.
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