A Story Within a StoryMy ears fill with the sound of nothing, Deafening whispers of my name repeated a thousand times, Some are told in anger, others in despair, But there in the far side a faint wind of my name in love…A Story Within a Story
Now I look at the clock, two minutes since the last day that I wrote, Two minutes… Two minutes… My watch, it seems to be broken or am I in the same hour I started? Another weird night I guess… Another weird feeling… As my ears are deaf again I start to wonder what happened.
Now I wet my pen again in the ink, an ancient ink that I use to write m
When I Used To Rule The WorldI used to think alone, that everything was just a joke, That everything should belong, That all the things in my mind, should find an answer, To all the questions I’ve ever had…When I Used To Rule The World
Now I sleep alone, Guard myself from the nightmares of my house, The shadows of my heart and the ghosts of my past, I’m starting to predict… Another restless night for me…
I’ve discovered that my past is the reason, I can’t sleep well again, I can’t smile again, Did I hurt you a lot? Did I do it on purpose? I will never know&#
Sea of TearsA sea of tears born from my dreams, Deceptions, emotions and my very own passions… Anonymous lives converge in my own existence. Shattered fates fastened to a rope tied to my neck; I wait for the second in which it will pull and clog my last breath…Sea of Tears
Sea of tears in which I sail searching for a reflection of all my desires, Drowned for seconds, lost for years; the ones I still see every time I sleep… I cast myself to the bottom of an endless void; one far greater than my lack of joy; Swim at the end to encounter the forbidden fruit, born from each emotion leaked. Fairies naked suffer
Mar de LagrimasUn mar de lágrimas creado en mis sueños, Decepciones, pasiones y emociones… Vidas anónimas que convergen en mi existencia. Destinos destruidos entrelazados en una soga atada a mi cuello; Espero el segundo en que tire fuerte y se ahogue hasta mi último aliento…Mar de Lagrimas
Mar de lágrimas en el cual navego buscando el reflejo de todos mis deseos, Ahogados por segundos, perdidos por años y que aún veo cada vez que duermo… Me arrojo al fondo de un inmenso vació, que supera incluso mi falta de alegría; Nado al encuentro de ese fruto prohibido nacido de cada emoción vertida. Sirenas desnudas victima
Escaping The SceneWanders of the mind. Skylight. Blue water. Escaping my clutch, Touching my fingers for a simple moment and disappearing just as fast.Escaping The Scene
Nothing stays, nothing is mine.
But as you rip my soul to half, and take me inside, Hope flies, and thoughts surprise Hours spent, figuring it out Why? The sick pleasure caresses the once heaven-blessed child.
Your wants. They coax my needs. Keep me alive, as my body feels weak. Slipping down to my dusted feet -
I see stars dying to fly From the chains tangled up in the sky And my feet sta
the art of detachmentYou split hands from cheeks, cupped, like English tea in morning light before a cool moan has swept over.the art of detachment
I laid my eyelids down, dropped lashes hard to the floor, so the sound of breaking away came from me, instead
of your heel-slaps
against stone.
My mutters ran along with the drowsy winds,
pushing my heart back inside,
where the polished worktops and a neatly made bed left me with nothing to do
but glare at the dent
you left in my sofa
or in my bird-cage of a chest
and four days I remained there,
working my way into
PushingHow can the world love you If you push the world away? How can you expect a helping hand When you bite those trying to help you on your way?Pushing
How can someone be a friend When they're too afraid to speak? How can someone be nice or kind When you glare or bare your teath?
You don't see what your doing. That you're pushing people away. The only friends you seem to get Are those that don't get in your way.
But the moment they ask a question Or say something you don't like, They, just like the rest of the world, Are out to get you. So you
best before 01:07I do not know whybest before 01:07
but sometimes I am cellophane
my skin is all crumpled up
and you think you can see right through. I choked your heart so you cut me away with kitchen scissors and left me
on the sideboard to biodegrade.
I was too trapped inside
the creases of your toes
to get up and go home.
All I wanted was to shuffle up your leg and take comfort in your shirt pocket, so I could hear each rhythmic contraction
for myself -
but this is impossible when your flimsy hands are no longer cup-shaped
to catch the overf
What's up
Joy
-Gabriella
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"I'M SO HUNGRY I COULD EAT AN OCTOROK!!"
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I love you all...
And sorry for my English..
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"Music is an art form whose medium is sound organized in time. The word derives from the Greek μουσική (mousike), '(art) of the Muses'." - Wikipedia
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I am who I am because you are the way you are
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"Music is an art form whose medium is sound organized in time. The word derives from the Greek μουσική (mousike), '(art) of the Muses'." - Wikipedia
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Kurayami no Tenshi
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~R0SHAMB0
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I am who I am because you are the way you are
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~R0SHAMB0
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