It Isn't Always Right |
Things don't go right all the time
There is always a chancce for it to go out of line
But failure occurs when you give up
When you fail to pull yourself out of the rut
Never say die
When you'...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Chains |
Chains wrapped around my wrists
Hiding scars the knifes kiss
These marks of pain in my mind
No one can understand my sorrid crime
I'm burnt by tears hidden in my heart
This hatred's embrace i f...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Before You Speak |
Leaves rustling in the wind
Falling to the ground.. like you fall in sin
Issues in life we cannot hide
We keep our heads up and indulge in pride
Pride is the murder of our lives
It is the cau...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Life can be Tough |
Life Can Get Tough
Life Can be tough
You Loose Your senses
You stress about friends, family
and your daily expenses
But thats just the tip of the Frozen iceburg
You feel so lost, everyday pa...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Hospital for 6 Lonely Months |
When i was in hospital for 6 months... Depressed I was... my only way of self expression was through my writing.. and this is why my poetry is morbid and sad... well.. and full of death... But Through...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Silence by Deborah |
Silence
They walk pass me, I'm invisible
Not a head turns, it's silent
I wonder the streets of my past
Hatred's fist grabs my heart
Death O Death give me my life
Return me, I'm drowning in s...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
A poem of death |
My Destiny
I was bestowed by the arms of an angel
A life full of hate and misery
The person to endure the torment
I'm left scorned, torn, thats my destiny
What can I say, what can I do
I tru...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Oh well... |
I sat at the window sill
I looked beyond the trees
The wind had no movements it was so still
but yet i felt so free
I knew that tomorrow was hours away
And still in this little cottage i'd live...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Work Sucks |
I worked for a magazine as an intern for one and a half months.. mannn.. was it torturing.. it sux... they treated me like i was a freelancer... a professional.. like i was to know the trick of the tr...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
FUCK |
I've been up for the past 3 nights.. what more can i say??. FUCK
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
