I am poetry, dying to be heard.
really me and some mates just went down the pub and drank cheap ale
It's a lover's cry that's heard in the wind every midnight Trying to find a peace of mind where there is no light...
Piano keys, white and black sea . . .
Let me atone for my loss of sense.
Another one that I was inspired to write from a song I hold dear in my heart.
Will you listen to me? For, I listen to you. Your chubby hands, contriving and symbolically mouthing words you cannot.'Mhhm Shikashu', you repeat precisely three times .
Words are not always meant to be heard....
Where do you find solace? Within a cup of tea? Where do others find solace?
The story with a thousand endings Each scarier than the other
Never minimise the strength of someone else’s emotions
Music has always been a HUGE part of my life.
Dialectical behavioral therapy. D.B.T. for short.
you can mishear a silent cry. You can listen to an aching heart.
Can you hear what I say? Can you hear what I don't say? TRIGGER WARNING!
rhyme for the sake of rhyme.
enjoy this meaningless thing.
Sometimes you have to stand up to the people you love the most for their sake. I'd rather they hate me then have to bury them one day. This is a few verse's of a song I wrote about my friends.
"I am seeking for answers I want to hear, not remembering if there were any questions asked."
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