ClutterMy mind is cluttered With dreams of the ambitious nature Of the ambition is the beginning of stress Which develops a cluttered mind That eventually will give out So the question is Why be ambitious? Is ambition something that any of us really achieve? With most of us regretting our decisions in life Should we blame ambition Or blame it on ignorance and lack of intelligence Blaming it on ourselves seems to be too much of a chore But lacking intelligence is nothing to boast about either So it must be ignorance Is it ignorance that leads to ambition Which lClutter
The lives of OthersThe hall is quiet with the uttered sounds of a footstep drawing closer and closerThe lives of Others
The crack of light is swallowed by a shadow The grip of the hands becomes tighter
as we await our doom
We wait for the end to come for our lifelines to be cut Our futures have dwindled
from the dispair of others
The eyes of a madman could not see the light of truth could not see the future of his doings Though the knife is so sharp and the act is so addicting we must restrain
for our life is false if we do not have light
&n
lovers of moonlightwe are the lovers of moonlight with our shadows casts and the narrow slip of the sane mind slides through our fingertips though are love is true, it is not sincere our lives seem ruined in some way in some shard of redemption we seek the moonlight for only something so lucide could be our light to guide us through a world of darkness to help us love through hate and remorselovers of moonlight
we are the lovers of the moonlight the skeletons u imagine at night are the mere images of our fantasy the spiders that crawl up ur spine
are the mere tortures that we love en
just about loveThe leaves grow so slowly now The flowers bloom in the motions Of the springtime romances For the only decisions are ones that fill our hearts with hope To the joy of our chidhood We listen to our heartsjust about love
To guide us to eachother The heart beat is so fast Yet it seems so right We cannot explain this springtime love We smell the flowers with their fruitful essences that seem so perfect The trances the we fall into are nothing ordinary They are the paths and doors and windows To a world where no one can enter but us To a world where worries are no wh
By the Numbersone love two facesBy the Numbers
three doves four fingers stay clenched in a bleeding fist five makes the thumb six six six is when the devil comes seven deadly sins eight horses, of which only one can win in the
nine ten eleven twelve
Passing On My SinsHearts break at the break of dawn The wild barking of dogs summons the morning Just as an incoming flight summons our mourning Constant reminders to avoid forgetting Nonetheless I've left behind somethingPassing On My Sins
I reach my home (empty) (alone) Tremble with fear Squirm as if sick Cry as if broken Live as if dead I'm to blame, I neglected to tell you It seems I left my heart behind with you
Month after month, mailed piece by piece We fight and weep over the vivid memories ...the haunting visions we're forced to keep Piece them together to
Starting Point To Ending PointMy body limp and positionless This moment of clarity, my lips are listless I don't want to wake up to another meaningless morning But I will always arrive there if I sleepStarting Point To Ending Point
Pretend I'm not so confused The solutions to your dilemmas are always plain to see Why can't my future be that simple and inviting We've both said goodbye, but no one's hanging up I can hear you breathing and I don't want the sound to stop Those three words should be our goodbye But neither has the strenght to state the harsh reality We're so sick of knowing, but we don't want to forget To let go
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Before saying "I love you," one must first know how to say "I."
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One cannot love mankind without despising most of the creatures who pretend to bear it's name.
-joce-
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Was his attitude... Flippant?
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