All this love and passion in me and nobody to unleash it on. I wonder what it is about me that flawlessly makes me take a turn for the wrong. All the trust and comfort I had in family and friends is dead and gone.
So I walk alone ... and something about flying solo feels like a breath of fresh air. I mean, of course I get lonely, even though I pretend not to care. But I have no more tears left to spare, so that's the end of that chapter.
All I have left in me are these dreams I keep chasing after. And I can only chase for so long before I run out breath. I think chasing my dreams is going to lead me to death.
But I'm not afraid. Give me a sip, a smoke, and one last time getting laid, and I'm ready for whatever awaits. The odds aren't in my favor, but I'm hoping to pass through the pearly gates.
Never to know true love seems to be my current fate, but I know I'm not alone. Too many can relate. Sometimes I just want to unleash an inner demon that I struggle to keep at bay! But unleash him in an empty cage to keep him forever locked away.
Am I a villain? Or just misunderstood? Well it doesn't always shine through, but my heart is truly good. Sometimes I care too much ... especially for those that care the least. I swear ... sometimes I feel like an unwanted beast.
Yeah I'm guilty of self-pity. And shame and hurt are my bread and butter. But don't judge lest ye be judged. Mother ****er!
Good to know you don't have issues involving fornication with your mother. Lol.
What kind of writer are you?
I don't even know what possessed me to write that garbage. I was bored. People do funny things when their bored, I guess. Like write really crappy poems!
Nevertheless ... it's my really crappy poem. And for that, I salute myself.
I used to do the same as you, actually! I loved to rp in websites. I'm also somewhat of a gamer. Lately though, I've been getting back into reading comic books, and I'm working on a comic book of my own right now.
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"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
All the trust and comfort I had in family and friends is dead and gone.
So I walk alone ... and something about flying solo feels like a breath of fresh air.
I mean, of course I get lonely, even though I pretend not to care.
But I have no more tears left to spare, so that's the end of that chapter.
All I have left in me are these dreams I keep chasing after. And I can only chase
for so long before I run out breath. I think chasing my dreams is going to lead me to death.
But I'm not afraid. Give me a sip, a smoke, and one last time getting laid, and I'm
ready for whatever awaits. The odds aren't in my favor, but I'm hoping to pass through the pearly gates.
Never to know true love seems to be my current fate, but I know I'm not alone. Too many can relate. Sometimes I just want to unleash an inner demon that I struggle to keep at bay! But unleash him in an empty cage to keep him forever locked away.
Am I a villain? Or just misunderstood? Well it doesn't always shine through, but my heart is truly good. Sometimes I care too much ... especially for those that care the least. I swear ... sometimes I feel like an unwanted beast.
Yeah I'm guilty of self-pity. And shame and hurt are my bread and butter. But don't judge lest ye be judged. Mother ****er!
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