I wish I could write love poems about you But I've realised the love I feel that deep for , is not true So I save my devotion at the tip of my pen I'll never write a love poem about you , not now , not ever again
Paint a bitter picture with a letter full of truth. Let it be offensive. Let it be uncouth. Even if it hurts me Have your feelings be outpoured because I'd rather be rejected than to simply be ignored.
The appreciation of others lives is interrupted by an advert. Their online presence which plays like a sequence of a dream A constant flow of images and words. A film of poetry.
I think. What if everything was interrupted by an advert? A non-stop of unnecessary and unwanted reminders to snap out of whatever we focus and rely on to get us through our day.
It's hurtful. I want to live through the videos of beautiful people , I don't want to be prevented from being comforted by capitalistic crap.
Listening to music While tears falls The Music hit's hard While the heart.. Gets scarred, Every word we hear Every melody: Every tone Is heaven to our ears And pain but pleasing to our heart, The pleasant sound it resonates, It may heal ones spirit It can also **** One's will
O' North and shining star alight, In darkest night, you point the way Towards your most resplendent sight. I will not stray in storm or sea, For heaven will be guiding me To flee, to fight, to live another day.