I sit here and look at a room filled with stuff memories collecting dust 2 pianos covered with this and that and on the couch asleep is my siamese cat I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to say when fear sets in and gets in the way frightened child inside the 40 year old me why must I always have to be number 1 the best the first the only given 100% have all or want nothing I don’t know…
I sit here and wait for my feelings to go down a bit level out but I know if I do then I’ll do without so I sit in silence Let myself feel
lovers you look empty the love might just change like lies
the changes catch unborn truth the voices speak just like you the trace of silence was real with this feeling from the last moment without knowing all you need the lonely -after hour anxiety some little bugs eat you ask one question and hide before it can get to you
child distract him absolutely invisible there were cries waiting for the night the scent collects but here this idea comes and you need sleep and affection so here it gets lost the only fatality made forgetting more melancholy not sudden and nothing happened this sinking evil illusion life disappears the voice here never existed this false face tears softly and challenges the real
all eyes had felt your denial this useless existence away with the night
you who come from the dark- unusual into this light- strange your love was enough above the sky you can see that this is the end whispering time hear the word hear our language a sudden taste of mystic too many must look not dwell under the fall without the curtain glow like you
purple would have understood the holding hand the mouth both interested and obsessed for you the black was still light this face and soul the same everything around you faded and remained
slippery love shake you out out out this was absolutely different your heart vibrations smile flames from the body will not be tamed they are beautiful lovely but cursed as you find them new meaning I’ll remind you of my kisses and continue life mute
Universal TruthNeedles and Pins Locked out from love Art by kyoko cole Love lost Studio of death Happy Kissmas!!!Circle Girl Colors Ashes to Ashes Friends forever Booze + magnets = poetry magic Downtown brion
I write to express myself.
I write to create.
I write to discover.
I write because I can’t NOT do it.
I write because I enjoy writing.
I write to share a little bit about myself and to learn a lot about myself.
I write cause I’m inspired.
I write to inspire.
I write for me.
I write for you.
I write to feel better.
I write to purge.
I write to love.
I write because I love.
I write because I hate.
I write for all the times I could not speak.
I write to reflect. I write to relate.
I write to release.
I write to recognize.
I write to recharge.
I write to record.
I write to refrain.
I write to repair.
I write to return.
I write to revolt.
I write to revolve.
I write to remember. I write to forget. .
I write because it makes the loneliness feel less lonely.
I write because I learn from writing.
I write because it’s what keeps me from pulling the trigger too quickly.
I write because I want to write…
because I need to write and because I love to write.
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