Your charms pull on my strings, it is you I will abet, and I am slave to your whims Your words ring in my ears like hymns, that will my mind beset; Your charms pull on my strings. To you, I’ll confess my sins. My mind loses a parapet and I am slave to your …
In the minds of the broken, there lives a graveyard–something weathered and overgrown. Like many graveyards, it is full of love for what once was. But deeper still, in the mind of someone truly broken, the scene takes on a different perspective. The headstones here do not stand separate and solemn; one can only describe …
Words can be kind Words can be harsh Words can inspire But words can also backfire Days come and days go Each day the same And that’s when you know You should never shame Life is too short To be polluted with stress And you should never support Those causing distress Words are kind Words …
Most of the times, I don’t know who I am Doubting myself again. I was 15 when the world put me through hell, My life is terrible and I felt as if I was dead. Can’t find a light in the dark I’m tryna get out of the pain, but I can’t. My favorite game …
Dear diary, Today was my first day at school with these horrible glasses. It’s like social suicide. I’ve never been so embarrassed at school; as I walked down the hall people stared and laughed at me. They laughed at me. How could the people I see and talk to everyday do that to me? It …
Listen to the words sway your heart, In the most interesting form of art, Hear all of the sharps and the flats, Or maybe read The Cat in the Hat, With villains scheming, Passing tricks and tales, And heroes gleaming, Often wearing veils, Words are so powerful to show mood and feeling, And are often …
Friendships are made by being nice You tell them everything And they tell you their life This all happens by being nice Nice, nice, nice. Friendships are made by having trust Tell them something so it does not rust You need to have trust to be like us This all happens by having trust Trust, …
The sky swirled serenely; a kaleidoscope of azure blues, white streaks, resplendent rays of light were splattered on this canvas – painting warmth and forming a surreal image of pure happiness. The birds chirped; the wind whistled a melody of perfect cadences. I looked down at my hands (itching), then my legs (blistered); I looked …
