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 Mar 2016 Bluebird
xie
sad
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
xie
sad
people asked
"why are you so sad?"
I'm not sad nor happy
I'm just not a fan of reality

They would always say
"why not go to therapy"
to talk to people about my dark thoughts?
or how I hate the reality?

they thought that I was just sad
I'm not just sad. I'm dead
people are blinded by happiness
they have no idea what will happen next

a.v.
thoughts of mine which ***** sorry.
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
AminieMecho
Stag
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
AminieMecho
How can any words I sing with speak louder than the melody within your own soul?

If you hear one note think back on this,
Let you remember that in silence living is recognized.

It is a giver, teacher. Stag.

How can me words speak louder than any thought u might have?

A well of fortune, confidence and poise it mounts the plains.

If u become satisfied with your needs, even if they go unfulfilled, let it rest your nerves.


Let the quiet be your support, it's tranquility heals, it's company can be a friend thru the season of greif, winter.

If you speak with no thought, you mind is unbalanced, and the fire of your hell is fueled by the fear for solitude you hold.

Sing a song, don't just be a witness. Then smile during the pauses between melodies.
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
nivek
if I had all I could wish for
I would still wish for more
so I gave up wishing.
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
vinny
you're a sweet
weekend treat
with spicy hot overtones
and lingering aftertaste of
guilt and
overindulgence
lasting into Monday
for now at least
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
AminieMecho
Before you play with fire think twice.
Suga how you get so fly?

Sweet talking lady so far from typical, would u please give me your time?

Life's sweet seconds pass on by
Times like these it's alright
Rescue me or move on
This is Blue
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Sarah Vaneau
he failed me and you, and he failed himself too.
a message of life, he should have become,
-
now as black as ink - the depths of his eyes.
he runs in the moonlight of this dark paradise...
-
what he loves he destroys,
yet what he wins he gives.
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his  knowledge  a  burden  ,  now  death  he  lives.

n­ever give up, a day yet to come
the songs of mistakes, all he can hum.
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the bad in the good, the good in the bad
heaven aflame, his fingers go numb
-
higher than heaven, lower than hell
wherever he is, he's trapped in a cell
-
his ribs are for cages, his truth is a sin
he's  dying  because  of  the  things  he's  been  in

ange­l of fire
turning to ashes
he's cinder with blood
tears on his lashes

 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Mateuš Conrad
zgoda zapomnieć
aby podomno myśleć,
a wtedy wypominać
szare szczegóły
aby marszem w mgłe
imaginacji tworzyć
fałszywy patent koła.
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