ArghYou've fucked me up.Argh
was it love or was it wishful thinking to the extreme.
if you know
drop me a line.
Ungainly ScrawlBound by prose, you make me a poet. Feelings so utterly brand new and obscure I cannot comprehend, least of all can I rationalise them.Ungainly Scrawl
A poet I may have become, but the hand that wields this pen is rooted in fiction, not, to say that it is fictitious, but it is confined to the imaginary, stubborn to the tip; So these pent up thoughts which seem only communicable through metaphor, imagery and rhyme are to be slaughtered by my cruel, ungainly scrawl.
You make me happy.
That kind of heroYou ask me to write you an ode, call you a flower, compare you to a setting sun, liken you to the glistening dewdrops on a spiderweb…That kind of hero
It is impossible, you and I are like the leaves of a tree, a seed on the wind, the pattern of a falling snowflake. We are indefinable, unattainable, we cannot be pinned down, entering unchartered water on a perplexing flurry of potential…
We take down the stars, re-write the moon, navigate the universe in a day; endless conversations abundant in youth, energy and expectations but most of all a burning ambition, a desire to succeed...
We have the potential to tran
Wring 'em dry. He scanned the arrivals board quickly, reducing the sign he held to shreds. The butterflies he felt when dreaming about her were nothing compared to how he felt now. Dismayed, he examined the wreckage. Her name, torn into the smallest pieces. He hoped it wasn’t an omen. What if he didn’t recognise her! What if she didn’t recognise him! He’d had a haircut before he came…and was wearing a jacket she’d never seen...what if he was at the wrong gate, the wrong airport, the wrong city… Head full of ‘what ifs’ he turned his head to watch the baggWring 'em dry.
I Got An 'A'Lesson 1, Murder I got the highest score The teacher said, "just sever," And I did much more, Yes, much much more My clothes got soiled All wet and red, but I didn't care Anything, I'll do just to get up thereI Got An 'A'
Lesson 2, Massacre I got a hundred and one percent The teacher said, "just get two, maybe three," But I did more than he'd expect I got a whole family Yes, from grandma to junior, I got 'em all It smelled like hell, but I didn't care Anything, I'll do just to get up there
Lesson 3, Genocide I got the top prize The te
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Truly.
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Truly.
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Did you know that 99.9% of the time, people will believe you if you have a statistic to back you up?
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Why do some people use so many words to say nothing at all?
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Why do some people use so many words to say nothing at all?
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