As I Sit up in this room, contemplating suicide Should I Let this rope hang, should i let this trigger fly And blow my brains to the sky Cause, honestly, who'd really miss me if i died Probably just m...
The innocence in your eyes The graciousness of your actions
I am a Scot.
I could not be more proud of who i am and i thought id write a little poem about it because being Scottish is a bloody gift... Cause all the best people are Scottish.
The games we play, to take away the time
The beast in my chest The one which became ashes
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So you want to love a poet?
A good friend of mine wrote this about the life of an artist or poet. He gave me permission to share it.
By: Kalen Dion
You can't be alone here, Only lonely.
"What lurks in the woods?" The sparrow callsFrom high in its nestNestled tightly in the crowns. The sparrow flitters and fluttersAnd flaps its wings As he yearns for a crest To match his breathen.
in which what lurks in the woods is exposed.
What Time is It?
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