Yes, I think I will stay for another, For just a little while longer. There's the smell of loneliness in the air And I am in no rush. Tell me stranger, Why doesn't forever always last for... Well, forever?
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My feet feel like stormy seas
My feet feel like stormy seas, Leading me away from shore. My hands feel like cloudy skies, Grasping at nothing but fog- Feeling nothing but rainfall. My eyes see like rocky ground, Littered with rubble from the past.
December
It's the most wonderful time
Of the year.
postcards from tilburg
You'll find me by the canal, or perched on the balcony- Odd socks swinging four stories up, Or bare toes tracing water- een bier in my hand, just window shopping the world.
oh, honey
Oh, honey, There's no need to throw Your concern around like A balloon in the wind, Just constantly wafting around my head. I'm fine! I would not be so vain To write everything about me; And I would not be so Un-artful To only take inspiration from That which is closest to me.
clocks can tick away the days
Clocks can tick away the days but we'll be too busy laughing away our years to watch the time. It can try to threaten us with an ending, but we know it will be happily ever after.
yes, this one’s sarcasm too
Excuse me, but the sun is sinking and I must bid you farewell And crawl back into my cave Of parchment and torment; The walls are covered in the Graffiti of my innermost Desires and regrets, And every night I lie surrounded, Reading and re-reading Every terrible line, Every spelling mistake And bad punctuation. It's… Continue reading yes, this one’s sarcasm too
frayed around the edges
I can see clouds in the sky... They're shaped like me and you; Frayed around the edges and slowly drifting apart.
dear diary III
Dear Diary, Someone else mentioned they'd Read my poem today. It made me happy that they'd taken The time to do so. But then, They did not tell me what they thought- Not even a simple compliment. No, They asked me if I was ok ...
the city doesn’t care
The city has a story to tell. Rumour has it you do too, But I'm afraid you won't always Be around to tell it. Sure, you can feel tall and mighty Watching beetles on the pavement, But riddle me this: I was once 11, Now I'm 21; Soon I'll be 31, Then 101... Look… Continue reading the city doesn’t care
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