Seanathon Jun 11
As close as the rain which runs down the veigny leaves of the poplar trees. Closer still to you and to your thoughts do I wish to be.
Slowly as I did, to descover this desire within me.
Tara Tags May 20
I think—
I think
I think.
Lyn-Purcell May 20
The

Hands of  Time

Won't stop for gold

But knows to slow when

longing ebbs and flows


The

Hands of Time

are a rare rare find

But it can blind in

the coin of life


The

Hands of Time

Won't stop, we go

The seasons flow

Dream and destiny bestowed




How I long to hold and stroke the hands of time
Hands of time...
It's all about do and die, life is anyway
So many dreams so little time

Be back soon
Lyn x
Deanna Apr 22
I am hurt
but so are you
you ask and ask
but I just say no
you don't care
you try and try
never giving up
because you believe
we're meant to be
#love #the one #no
Sam Apr 7
She’s mean
She’s annoying
She’s god awful

But she’s my sister
So I’ll only complain
Cana Mar 18
I took that train again
The one that doesn’t stop
This time it took me to a land of blondes
A veritable tree.
With many things that a gentleman
Should not write about.
I’d like to think that’s me
Though I’ve proven myself wrong in the past
It’s quite the opposite.
None the less. The train was boarded
And the riders were comfortable,
Smiling and laughing right into the collision.
And why the hell not.
standing on stage
here
am
i
bound to love

love would never bind me

how cleverly they sing

here is an song


sing to me
oh
sing to me unsung
your virginity
it
clings to me

the scent
of
mm hmm
my magic woman
come an dream awhile
with me

we know youve been touched before
we are deeper than that stream
well maybe it never occured
to me
just what
you mean to
me

ring an bell for our future
ring an bell for the tide
wedding bells
they
are
ringing
time to run and hide

catch me in an corner
with your
golden
rope
haloed pass or


tie me to the wall
just because you caught me
crawling
don't
mean
i
am
ready
for the fall

time left me
?























...
..
.
art
...
..
.
Ms Prodigy Jan 5
Lay back

ponder things

as times consumes

sentimentally speak through your mind

and let  your chaotic soul

dealt it with complexity
While I was strolling around the city, I couldn't help but think about myself just for a moment......
...
..
.
if
she
loved
me
she would
let me love you
she had to be
paid with
pain
am
i
in
sane


ok
my
love
her
lips
let
me
take sips

she lets me sink her deep
her titanics are my remains
lights on
or
lights off

i love her
we love her
our insanity clings
to
her
scent
perpetually

this chamber
would not
be
spinning
if
she loved me
?



...
..
.
come hither
...
Francis Rowell Dec 2017
you treat me so sweetly,  your favorite doll

you always play so carefully

you put me away in the closet when you're done with me

and when i rip,  you gently sew me back

you always forget that dolls have feelings, too, though

and you just get mad so easily

you always are physically ever so soft,  but verbally you just destroy me

you always just put me back in my box

but can't you see i'm hurting?

you only see the outside

never the tears

i'm just a doll
good dollies don't cry,  good dollies can't cry
i'm just a doll

so you leave without a second thought

i've been in your closet for so long

i'm all but a forgotten toy now

it's so cold in here

why have you left me to rot?

i cannot move,  you must know this

i can only sit and stare

i'm just a doll,  can't you remember?
i'm just a doll
i'm just a doll
I actually spent quite a while revising this, which is pretty abnormal for me. I normally don’t communicate like a normal human, but I guess I am, now. If I’m doing this, I might as well say— this is most likely going to become a song.
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