Deaf and FallingDeaf and FallingDeaf and Falling
this World weeping should not be left to cry its comfort comes, from the strangest place her face, so beautiful.
to think,
we were born, and we will die, hopefully not here and definitely not now
i know we'll buy me some time from the next corner, store. i know your poor right now, but i need this chance just a second chance
isn't that what it comes down to what we came from &n
So oldSo old.So old
a premonition, inside i saw
skin red raw backs to the wall and all the time
she's falling,
to the ground.
we see the other side greener, and all in a line feeling fine
for now, maybe, it'll be all better this time It'll ALL be better
too much to ask you say way too fast
they say but im wearing,
He plays his instrument.He's back my friend, The poet has arrived.He plays his instrument.
With a broken acoustic, and ash on his face.
When he feels the blues, He plays his instrument.
A soft mellow tone.
A song he sings, of limbo.
And inspiration, lost.
Or maybe he just, spills ink.
Or repeats gibberish, from a dream.
Maybe he recycles,
a universal love story.
Or sings of
EscapeHe floated through the airport doors as they opened to welcome him. Al the young boy destined to work in the mines.Escape
(not any more)
His first day away from home it was great to escape the inevitable destiny that he was reminded of every time he looked at his father. He had walked up to his father and calmly looked at him said “goodbye” and walked out the door into the waiting taxi. He guessed his father musty of been to shocked to say anything because he just stood the in stunned silence and watched his son drive away, leaving him just like his wife had.
Al walked up to t
Dull and lazy
Like sands of time we all unwia child swinging on ropes from a tree on the other side hangs a boy stripped of his dignity robbed of his joy this is life at it's most finest streets crawling with god's ants matchbox cars on 2 dollar mats. humanity at it's blindest.Like sands of time we all unwi
a romeo heartbroken a juliette sorry a boy scarred a girls apology
broken cupids drown in the stream royal agony and dethroned queens unchaste princesses claiming truth love captured in a photo booth. this is life at it's most finest; naive children play hide and go find, not expecting the di
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~Ven
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~Ven
It is merely because all my poetry comes straight from the heart and always portrays emotion.
Thankyou very much for the +fav.
I appreciate your critique it was quite useful
love.
xx
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